I think back to that Winter night,
Sitting here,
by candlelight,
Heartbroken,
because of you.
I remember that night so well,
It was snowing,
Cold as hell,
We were stranded
stuck together.
We stopped in a cave for warmth that night,
as usual,
We had a fight.
Did you start it?
Or did I?
all I remember is when you started to cry.
You rushed out,
trying to hide your tears,
I didn't stop you,
How could I?
Though I did feel my own eyes begin to smart,
as a drop of Regret
Stabbed my heart.
So, eventually,
I went after you,
traced your trail,
through snow-covered blue,
It was hard to follow,
That's for sure,
But I knew I had to find you.
I found you,
But I was too late,
You sat there bleeding,
Eyes full of hate,
Wishing to die,
to end the pain,
That so many had caused you,
Over and over again.
Out of instinct
I gabbed your hand,
When you didn't move or stand,
I held you so tightly you moaned in pain,
But you still smiled,
all the same.
I took you back to that snowy cave,
and bandaged your wounds,
combatting that hurt you so do crave,
You smiled weakly,
and held my hand,
Thanked me,
Over and over again.
Then I knew,
that's when I knew,
That you loved me as much as I loved you,
I making assumptions,
That's for sure,
but I...
I apologize,
As you can see,
I am no good at poetry,
But maybe,
if I word this right,
I can take you back to
that snowy night,
Then maybe you'll remember,
How much you loved me,
I'm sure of it mow,
But there's still that doubt,
lurking in my mind...
Please, remember
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Devious Comments
Comments
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'His motor control stuck, he scattershot his aggression at gods too indifferent to defeat, and his refusal to face the hard facts of night and day and weak and strong and life and death and gravity bordered on the psychotic.'
-Bless the Beast and Children
Hm, I didn't know that I had the ability to do that! *evil grin* Adams, you're going down...
Oh, and thank you!
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"It's always darkest before it turns pitch black."-- Paul Newman
"I kicked more ass than Chuck Norris at a midget convention!"-- Jeremy Patella
"Would you like potatoes with that?"
You're welcome.
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'His motor control stuck, he scattershot his aggression at gods too indifferent to defeat, and his refusal to face the hard facts of night and day and weak and strong and life and death and gravity bordered on the psychotic.'
-Bless the Beast and Children
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