WalkA Poem by LivingDeaththoughts that came to my head.How far down this road must he walk before you can call him a man. All he wants is your love back but you block him at the door. So he turns his back and he walks away and continues down this road. With no one by his lonesome side he walks all night and day. And still you wont call him a grown man or show him any love. So he'll walk till his final dying day all by himself, alone. Then you'll realize what you missed all along has been right infront of you. But it's to late now you've lost your chance to call him a loving man. Now he's gone in the wind all by himself as he walks a brand new road. One that shows him love and affection but theres one thing that still remains. Is how he loves you and nobody else but you couldn't say those words. So he's left in the state of confusion puzzled and in daze. But he hears your voice in the back of his head as you tell of your love. Your love for him and nobody else You were just to dumb to see. Now you're gone you says to the air as a tear hits the ground. But theres just one things I have to say is I can feel you next to me. And with that he appears in the candle light and whispers his last few words. How far down this road must I walk before I can hold you through the night.
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3 Reviews Added on November 30, 2009 Last Updated on November 30, 2009 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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