(Written on 8-9-02 at the age of 16)Remembering you at times tears fall down my eyes.
I wish you could come back, hold my hand and make me glad.
You were a friend, you were a guide, whatever you said was always right.
Walking down the memory lane makes me suffer and gives me pain.
Those times of laughter, those times of joy were always a moment to rejoice.
Now there is nothing to cherish, nothing to like, because nothing to me seems to be nice.
You came into my life like the waves in a sea and returned never to come back to me.
I wish you could come back, but you will never, for you have gone forever and ever.
But there is a feeling deep within me that someday you will come back to me.
1 comment:
well wat can i say HOPE is such a wonderful/disgusting thing .... but all we can do is HOPE
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