Late

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    Late

    Late at night i lay awake and wonder why?
    Why it had to end this way?
    Why you said goodbye?
    I see you in my mind, I dream of only you
    I hear your voice, I feel your touch, I know this must be true.
    I dread the moment dawn will break
    because now i lay awake
    all alone in my emty bed
    hoplessly loving my biggest mistake.
    I wish i could say, "im sorry" for the games that we have played
    For in the end...
    Two wounded hearts shall pay.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Mika’s Poems (28)

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    Forgive and Forget 1
    Red Roses 0
    The forsaken feeling 2
    Good-Bye 3
    Me 1
    Silence 2
    Death Is 3
    A Friend and True Friend 1
    Joy's of Pregnancy 0
    Mommy & You 0
    Late 0
    Baby It'S You 1
    Darkness 0
    Someone knew 2
    Fallen 0
    Over You 0
    Cuz Of You 1
    The One 0
    Forgive me: 1
    Baby i'm so sorry 0
    A real friend 1
    My BABY 0
    Honest -Amanda M. Gavitt 2
    Chance 2
    Why 1
    When I'm With You 1
    Now and Always 1
    Love 1