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Entry for Writer's Cramp. Short poem, about the regret of giving up on someone you love. |
| In this life and all the others, But one thing I do regret; It was in the darkest hour, That I left you while you slept. When i rose up from my slumber I saw you smiling in your dreams. While mine were filled with thunder, I felt jealous of your gleam It was then and there I knew, I had to get out while I could. Before the post arrived, I flew, Without goodbye, the way I should. Now I wallow on my own, Try to feel the shape of water. I seek the scent of your cologne, But all that’s left is fleeting matter. All the money in the world Won’t make up for missing you, And so I write these words untold; I, Tonya, still love you. Line count:20 |