Poem

Poem Sometimes when I conjecture about how things could piddle been I cant help but think about that daytime The way you looked so different, so sad When I think about it I want to die All the manoeuvre weve had, all lost in one fleeting second I pray everynight that one day things will be different And that maybe, just maybe, I could get hold of on with my breeding You hurt me more than youll ever know this pain I feel just seems to grow one day I just know Ill explode. Why did you have to do it?

I could have changed It could have been better Anything you want, Ill always give it to you Ill set down you so much Your lips, your touch Did you have to go? I hope it was fun, now Ive lost you and youve lost me What the hell am I supposed to do now? Bibliography: ...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Ordercustompaper.com

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