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Old Days


I hear your voice Like I wisp of air Indeed this wasn’t my choice Painful feelings I’ve learned to bare In the end your choice thrived All the arguing Our relationship dived With no bargaining There wasn’t anything to savage All was lost Only memories saved Of the good old days When we were happily together This is no longer where we are With my feelings concealed Tighter than a jar My feeling you have killed Like a mighty hunter To a deer You string your bow You fire away Your arrow soaring through the air Piercing my heart Without a care Walking away You leave my feelings to bleed out There’s nothing you can say I know you don’t care without a doubt You go on with your life Misery abounds But happiness still found I’m left to battle my feeling alone Time has passed Painful feelings I’ve learned to bear There is no longer a us All things have come to an end My new world starts to begin With a girl truly special With her my pain finally ends
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<p>beautifully written poem</p>

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