POEM-2 Sometimes

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                            SOMETIMES

Sometimes I think about the day, 

We talked for the first time was it in May?

 It started of with a small doubt from science, 

I didn't think our ending wouldn't be so nice. 

I thought you were just like all my other friends, 

They would use, betray and end. 

 But your friendship was different, 

You were amazing and magnificent. 

But why did you promise me, 

That you would stay in touch when we could never be. 

Sometimes I wonder what if we never met, 

At least I wouldn't live in regret. 

I wish we could meet just one more time, 

So I can apologize for all my crime.

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