Alone

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    Alone

     The first time I saw you

    I thought we would be together forever.

    Things started out great.

    The first time we kissed was like magic.

    And then my world fell apart,

    Because you left me here all by myself.

    You left me

    Alone and crying.

    Then you came back into my life.

    I was so happy to have you back again,

    That blindly, I once more gave you my love.

    Hoping that you could mend what you had broken,

    But yet again you crushed my new found happiness,

    Crushed what was left of my heart into nothingness.

    And once more you left me

    Alone and crying.

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    bforibus commented on Alone

    01-02-2010

    up and down. back and forth. emotional satisfying and teasing. sick and twisted characters in this piece. i loved the wanting, but enjoyed the diaseter shortly thereafter. great job
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    RettaJ commented on Alone

    11-25-2009

    awwww losing a love is never easy...i hope everything turned out for the better...excellent poem.
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    KagenoKitsune commented on Alone

    09-28-2009

    is happening to me right now, i want to share your poem with person, but i know it not help, maybe even make worse. but i do like it very much, thank you for sharing good poem
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    Rygar commented on Alone

    09-04-2009

    very moving, it reminds me of....well..me. great job, it was very relatable, and i could feel what you were feeling. thats the mark of a great poet. making someone feel you.
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    2irishman2 commented on Alone

    08-12-2009

    Oh jeez that is so sad. You were right you don't have really happy poems... I loved how there was a message in it all and not just emotional dribble. And it was really good too.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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