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It was a nice ride.
Written by: Goldberry
Date: Friday, January 2nd, 2004
Addressed to: Sir Altarius, Samadhi
Well, instead of posting this over the Poetry board, I will post it
here. As it is more important, at least to me..
You took my small heart.
You played with my emotions,
You enabled me to feel love,
You made me love the feel of a kiss,
You showed me the world,
And then you took it all away,
Goodbye is all you could say,
Let's still be friends, fresh on your mind,
No, nothing will ever be the same
Enamored by your eyes,
Your gentle touch, leaving me with a giddiness,
Now that is all over, you've left me out alone,
My life goes on, as always,
But my heart is still in your grip,
You've showed me reality,
And left me with a void,
I am unsure of how to move, how to live, how to die,
Without you, how can I do anything?
But life will go on, with or without me,
And so I say Farewell, Goodbye,
There is no I understands,
There is no Okays, that's fine.
Only an unbearable grief,
And a deep distraught "Why?"
Farewell Altarius.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 353 AF.
It was a nice ride.
Written by: Goldberry
Date: Friday, January 2nd, 2004
Addressed to: Sir Altarius, Samadhi
Well, instead of posting this over the Poetry board, I will post it
here. As it is more important, at least to me..
You took my small heart.
You played with my emotions,
You enabled me to feel love,
You made me love the feel of a kiss,
You showed me the world,
And then you took it all away,
Goodbye is all you could say,
Let's still be friends, fresh on your mind,
No, nothing will ever be the same
Enamored by your eyes,
Your gentle touch, leaving me with a giddiness,
Now that is all over, you've left me out alone,
My life goes on, as always,
But my heart is still in your grip,
You've showed me reality,
And left me with a void,
I am unsure of how to move, how to live, how to die,
Without you, how can I do anything?
But life will go on, with or without me,
And so I say Farewell, Goodbye,
There is no I understands,
There is no Okays, that's fine.
Only an unbearable grief,
And a deep distraught "Why?"
Farewell Altarius.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 353 AF.
