My tears wont ever bring you back, If I can go back to those hours, The precious moments, I miss I should've held your hand back then.
How sad your fate had been, Dying without no trace of me, Death doesn't own a heart, How hard it gripped you.
I shouldn't have left you, I should have turned and run back to you, Why did fate separate us both? I wish I can go back in time, And hold you in my arms, once again.
Well it's full of regret of a choice. I believe love is my specialty (I'm not meaning to boast about it) You have a point that lots of people think on when it's too late. I want to read more of your stuff.
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
thanks for the kind review... I can't post much about love because some may not sound real
12 Years Ago
I meant writing about love. It's a really good poem.
Welcome to the club. I venture to say there isn't a human that has ever been born that understand "love"; after all it's an abstraction that, in theory, cannot be put into words. Actions, perhaps, or the silence between moments of life and death. I'm sure you have a some points: they died, you weren't there, you have remorse. On the other hand, this line I don't get at all, "...Dying without no trace of me," Is it just poorly worded or is that what you really meant to say? All in all, I liked it though so don't think I'm bashing it unnecessarily. :)
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
the narrator means that the person who died wasn't able to spend time with the other person because .. read morethe narrator means that the person who died wasn't able to spend time with the other person because she broke up with him..
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