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I Miss You Sarah-Jean

By ErikH

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

I thought at last the pain had passed   And my feelings for you were through, But my thoughts lied... for again I cried   When I slept and my dreams were of you.   So vivid a picture- I felt it was real   As we sat holding hands by the sea I stared in your eyes, looked deep in your soul   And I knew by your side would I be.   As the dream carried on the sea sang it's song   So we danced to the tune that it played But the song wouldn't stay for the dream wore away   And I cried for the fool I portrayed.   I awoke filled with fear, surrounded in tears   Still hurt from the pains of the past A mistake I had made, each night I have paid   Now I wonder how long it will last...I love you more then anything in this world Sarah and I am sorry for deserting you when you needed me the most, I'm sorry for all my lies and abuse.Can you ever forgive me baby doll??? Your in my heart forever... Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 05:49 PM PST    18 • 0 • 8

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