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Left the without telling a soul
Died before I could tell her I loved her
Left them alone never to return
I see her cry as she writes
I hear his unspoken thoughts
My daughter never knowing a thing
My husbands heart broken
Both cry over me
So young she was
Never knowing how much I miss her
She cries as she writes a story, a poem
She blames herself for the loose of me
He wishes he could've done something
To early to leave them
Never to tell them I love them again
How I miss them
To late to tell them
I love them
 XxForverBrokenxX · Thu Jul 17, 2008 @ 08:10pm · 1 Comments |
