Why Leave Me Here To Die
The day you said good bye,
I felt something in me die,
I don't want you to see me cry,
Why leave me here to die?
You walked away
I knew without a dout
You weren't turning back,
I had lost you
When you left
I knew I would regret that day,
But I was to scared to say,
'please don't go away'
Now I stand here
cold, friendless, and without love
One day I will see you again
If it be the will of the one above
Godsgang commented on Why Leave Me Here To Die
06-15-2009
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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