About the Poem
Well - when I sit around and think of his name, I start to think of where he is and with whom. I ask myself why he's not with me. I also can hear my name and the way he would say it, ("You're my Boo") I even miss the sounds of his breathing. The intimate part was the best, because I thought we loved each other; but now its gone - Forever.
Forever Gone |
| by Michelle Delia |
| The name I despise. To say it would mean that once again, I wonder - Wonder why, where, and whom he's with. Not me. It's so easy to wonder, but hard to let go. Innocent he was; Pure, Clean. When whispering sweet nothings in your ear, you seem to drift away to the place only lovers know. I miss the voice; My name and the way it was said - The laughter, Joys of intimacy, Enduring moments of togetherness, Finished love - Fading forever - Gone. |
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5 Visitor Comments
John
Thanks
Tara
Love it!
Muhammed
we all need love with its psychological injuries with its everlasting wounds . becasue its limited precious moments make the world goes prettier
laura
all i can say once i can stop the tears, is this a great poem. nice one :-)
Christina
this poem is so true for me. when i was with someone that i really did care about and i still wonder about him.
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