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It's been almost a week,
Since we last spoke,
Tears roll down my cheek,
Why does this have to happen?

Conflicting schedules,
Final exams, school stuff,
Weekend trips to Florida,
One bitchy mother.

The love does not fade,
It never will,
It's not possible,
You've just been gone too long.

When time passes,
And it's been too long,
I get more sick,
I get nightmares.

I know deep down,
I have nothing to fear,
It's just hard,
When you've been gone too long.
©2005-2010 ~Your-Canadian-Angel
:iconyour-canadian-angel:

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Just another poem i wrote about being away from the one I love....

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:iconaspirin:
i hope you feel better....are you at least going to see Lee soon?

as for the poem....interesting style. it's almost borderline prose, but the poem structure softens it in a nice way. good job!
:iconyour-canadian-angel:
I get to talk to him tonite, and see him soon enough.

thanks! :) i was going to make it rhyme then i couldnt think of words so i was like oh well.
:iconferelwing:
Aww that is so sweet. *BIG HUG*

--
******:floating: Li :floating:*******

****:meditate: *Oogway: Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present. ":meditate:***
:iconaspirin:
the structure worked out nicely, don't worry too much about the rhyming.
:iconworland102688:
:smile: nice poem! I love the picture ^ ^. well at least you can talk to him tonight finally. I don't think I could go 2 day w/o talking to Jennifer yet alone a whole week.
:iconferelwing:
*grin* You're so welcome *Big Hug*

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******:floating: Li :floating:*******

****:meditate: *Oogway: Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present. ":meditate:***
:iconbarbarous-mind:
that is such a sweet poem. as per usual........hehehehehehe
my fave part :D
The love does not fade,
It never will,
It's not possible,
You've just been gone too long.

--
Is the rope I walk wearing thing
Is the life I love caving in
Is the weight of your mind
A heavy black bird caged inside..
Say whatever will be will be..
Take the good the bad just breathe...
:iconjosha-foy:
nice, tis cute that u r so in love

--
we are all museums of fear

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