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  • Passion

    Why

    I try to forget
    I try to live

    All I have ever wanted
    was to make you happy

    What did I do wrong
    What did I miss

    You were my life
    My reason to live

    You left like a child
    not a word or reason

    Here one night
    Gone the next morning

    And you say I'm heartless
    but what dose that make you

    What did I do
    To deserve this

    To be tosted aside
    like a piece of trash

    You may not want me
    But I will always love and long for you

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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