Remember...

Remember...

A Poem by Lizette Gomez
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This is for 2 girls that were my life, that were part of my heart.

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Remember when... 
we were together on the bus? 
we were together in 1st grade?
we got in trouble for going to the lake? 
we got in trouble for getting home late? 
i bite your hand and you attacked me after words? 
we fought in the middle of the street for a piece of air heads?
we promised that we wouldn't let nothing between us?
we had each others backs in everything? 
we would have our stupid little arguments, then make up in a day?
we had our very last argument? 
we started ignoring each other?
we all went our own separate paths?
my cutting stopped because of you two? 
we promised to always be here together? 
i began to cut because of this feeling, the feeling as if part of my heart was missing? 
i tried to get you back, but all i got was your backs?? 
You left? 
left me in this sad, sad war all alone?

© 2014 Lizette Gomez


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first of all they sound really cool but maybe they miss that too all the memories u and you're friends have they still have deep inside and they still cherish that moment you guys had together but the more u guys separate the more the memories either leaves or goes literally or the memories stay

Posted 10 Years Ago


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first of all they sound really cool but maybe they miss that too all the memories u and you're friends have they still have deep inside and they still cherish that moment you guys had together but the more u guys separate the more the memories either leaves or goes literally or the memories stay

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on April 18, 2014
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Lizette Gomez
Lizette Gomez

chicago, IL



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I write every word that is crossing my head. I see little things and turn them big. more..

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