I remember when we first met,
I distinctly remember our first "hello"'s.
Do you still remember them?
Do you?
If you were to ask me a favor,
I would gadly accept.
Do you think I would care?
Do you?
I never see you anymore.
I never catch you at the right time.
Do you still keep track of when I am around?
Do you?
I do.
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Poetry From my Heart
Poetry comes from a Poet's own soul and the deepest depths of their heart. Wether it be dark and depressing, light and cheerful, loving and romantic, it all reflects upon the poet's own needs, hopes, fears, and general oppinions.
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