As years went by, she grew to know each day, how great her loss was.
Reminiscing on the past like it was yesterday.
Hoping actions could be altered.
Dreaming to change the course of events against the odds of time.
She was an ungrateful lad, she deserved that much.
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PoetryLike all other literature, poetry understands the act of word play. Poetry with just a few words expresses our deeper, emotional and conflicting thoughts. Tells a story and makes Known to it's us, facts. And the fact is poetry is you, me and everyon...
