literature

What is gone.

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Lights can fade, people can leave,
But I will never go.

No matter how far you are from me.
My presence, you will know.

If my voice you cannot hear,
Please do not cry.

Miles may be between us, sweet one.
Our love will not die.

We will meet again, I know of this.
Though I do not know where.

Show no fear, you're not alone.
I am always there.

But say we are to separate.
By an untimely death.

I can no longer be by you, my dear.
I cannot hear your breath.

A hole would begin, inside my heart.
Expanding evermore.

Deeper and Blacker it gets,
Until there is no core.

With your love gone there is nothing in me.
I am lost with out you.

Please stay with me my dear sweet one.
Like you there are few.

So, lights can fade, people can leave,
But We will never go.
hmm. what to say. this was written for my cookie. i just ate it.

no jk. but really i dont know where this came from. tell me what you think.

comment with a story you think of when you read this. a true one. i would like to see your thoughts.
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You want a story so it's a story you shall get even though you don't know me XD.
okay first off this is a very Good poem. nicely written. The first half stirs a memory in me. when I was 17 I met a guy well a friends wai older brother he was 27, but he came from a different provience just to meet me and we got along great, like :snuggle: wise. and then he left and went back to his world. and we chatted for a bit and he kept saying he would always remember me and I never really got it then. then suddenly he just stopped talking to me. and at 17 I was dumb and had fallen for him, months on end I Dreamed of him cried about and then suddenly after a year of no contact he sent me a email saying that He had been thinking about me all that time and during the time he was away and had fallen in love with me. :fork:

I don't know why this poem makes me think of this memory and even though I no longer like this memory i still like this poem