Lost Love
I’m crying,
That’s for sure.
But it’s not what you think.
That’s not why I’m crying.
I’m crying,
Because I’m remembering.
Remembering what’s lost.
Remembering why,
I’m crying.
This is true.
It is making me cry.
So why do I keep remembering?
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Looking back at this poem, I've to say it is kinda suckinsh. Any-who, I wrote this after my cat, Tinkerbell died. However, I'm not really sure what was going through my mind. I'm sure I knew when I wrote this, but I can't seem to remember.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Wally's Poems
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems I have written. I will continue to add more and more poems as I write them. I will try to keep them in the order I wrote them in, but that won't always be possible. Through these poems I am expressing myself and tellin...
