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telling of how one might feel remembering someone they loved very much |
I was going through my closet, When I came upon a chest, Filled with handwritten letters, When true love was at it's best. I took the stack of letters out, A red ribbon tied loosely around, And there at the bottom of the chest, You woulnd't believe what I found. It was a heart made of paper, The lettering in red ink, You gave to me in second grade, At least that's what I think. It said "I am unlucky, When it comes to making friends", It told of what you thought of me, It said "I love you" at the end. I held this heart close to me, As tears began to fall, I thought back to when we first met, At the park playing kick ball. I can't believe you've gone away, I miss you more each day, I've missed the life we once had, Before God took you away. I put those old love letters back, I couldn't help but weep, I held the heart against my chest, As I lay down my head to sleep. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to go back in time, I pray for your arms to hold me tight, For the days when you were mine. If I should die before I wake, That would be my second prayer, For if God won't give you back to me, I wish God would lead me there. |