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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My last rhyme, can you believe? I’ve lost sense of time, since you took your leave. If I fell, what would you do? Would you yell, “I will catch you!” The tears wont stop, I’m still crying. We used to be on top, but now I’m dying. I used to sit and think, about you and me. I felt my heart sink, when I was let be. Wake me up when September ends, lay me to sleep. Because we can no longer be friends, again I weep. I listen to every song, we called our own. Trying to erase every wrong, and get the holes sewn. When you say goodbye, I felt for my heart. Guess we needed a beautiful lie, so I fell apart. You and me split ways, that is insane. This love stays, but so does the pain. I remember our first date, it was in school. But wait; As long as I was with you it was cool. I ask how to save a life, and where did I go wrong. Still I say you’d make a perfect wife, and we’d be together for so long. Those thoughts still swim in my head; I've never felt this way before. Every word we have ever said, defeats my inner war. Could I get one more chance, just to ask… For one last dance, I’ll drop the mask. Every single shared kiss, I feel on my lips. I can’t believe this, the sorrow still slips. When you're gone, I can’t stand to wake. I can’t move on, for I already began to break. These famous last words, I begin to speak. “I love you,” flies like beautiful birds, yet I still feel weak. In this black parade, I fall away. Into the black I fade, another dreadful day. Just because life isn’t fair, and everything seems to fail. Doesn’t mean that I no longer care; yet I'm cold and pale. You say don’t waste your breath, though I feel death. The vines that held my heart, are no longer there. Why did this misery start, was it because I would stop and stare? Was it meant to be, or was it another game? Either way it hurt me, such a shame. Was it because I was so sad, and depressed? Or because I got mad, when we were suppressed? I see the ghost of you, always in my head. Should I see things through, and save the dead?
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