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really sad short poem

Submitted:Apr 23, 2010    Reads: 95    Comments: 7    Likes: 4   

Its too late its too bad were leaving tonight. Waving farewell. In the pillows of linen clouds. So long this time. He wishes he could've heard those words. So he could say his final goodbye. It's tough to be a child of 16
without a family. He misses his parents. With all of his heart. Were did it go wrong theyve been gone for so long. It kills the very the memories of them. That all that he has left. He looks at the books left in the shelves. The mess that the mirror reflects only tells him that it is whats been given him. He keeps fighting for the going on of this time. Like a swinging door. It was open . Now its closed. Showing him the past.He learnt the meaning that nothing lasts. Forever never comes when your stuck inside the home that leaves his memories plain in sight in his photagraphs that he piles thorugh in his room. But is seems like fate had caught his life and swept them all away.


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