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William Richey Poem
Adjustments made to do the best, I cannot do no more,
you don't know what nobody can, when love becomes a war.
Imagine that, just click your heels, I can't keep going on,
the hardest part is waking up, and finding you are gone.
Copyright © William Richey | Year Posted 2006
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William Richey Poem
And the night was broken, the day went by too fast,
Suddenly a heartbeat, one that's meant to last.
Surly you've forgotton, when we cared so much,
Look into the future, feel my empty touch.
Morning has no meaning, evenings only dawn,
Twighlight only gleaming, sometimes just too long.
Waves of sand below us, empty space above,
What's your final question, my hearts still in love.
Books are never written, words that cannot say,
Nothing has no meaning, guess it's just that way.
Trails are never ending, where they start again,
Loosers sometimes winning, no one don't know when.
Copyright © William Richey | Year Posted 2006
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