I Still
I still write your name,
In every single thing I do.
It creates in me a flame,
That still burns through.
I still hear your voice,
In every person's voice.
In it I cannot rejoice,
But I have no choice.
I still cry inside,
When I think of you.
This ocean won't subside,
From tears that still accrue
Copyright © David Cardoso | Year Posted 2009
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