This is another poem that I found in my teenage diary...
Dusk is approaching,
While I sit watching,
The moon appear,
Without a single tear,
I hope and pray,
For what I can't say,
But all that I feel,
Is ever so real,
Can someone save me,
from this misery,
Of hope and despair,
to find a place where,
I can save myself,
With all that's left,
All that's haunting me,
seems too much for me,
How can I erase it?
With every little bit,
every little ounce,
every little sense,
In my head,
In my heart,
I need some strength,
to let go,
My memories of you,
So that my heart,
Doesn't tear apart
Ever again.
2 June 2006
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