
In May
You say
You love me
It can’t really be
I don’t believe it
Someone so fit
For me
It can not be
Now its November
We are finally together
It’s what we want
You lean down to kiss me
It can not be
Everything so well
So swell
It can not be
Then reality hits me
It can be
The fun is gone
It has been
For so long
I want it to be
Just you and me
And now it just me
All alone
To wonder about you and me
I think back
We were meant to be
We still are.
I want to it to be
Tomorrow
I hope it will be
I know it can be
Because we are meant to be
So we’ve come so from so far
To be so near
Is it worth the tears
Maybe so
Maybe we are meant to be
I hope one day it again will
Be you and me
Oh dear me, or dear my, oh love, oh loss, oh life. Suck it up. Poetry like this is so sacred that others opnions shouldnt be vauled.
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