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by josefina reyna May 22, 2012 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I remember when you first called me your corazon. When you first held me tight. You said you would never leave. So why am I standing on your grave? The day you left you left with memories. When you told me you loved me as you would hug me. Remember all those time that we shared. As you would run your finger though my hair. When my tummy hurt you would tell me to lay down. When I was to stubborn to leave you. After you told me your secrets. I loved you and always will no matter who I'm with. I love you mucho mas. Your memories live. In my heart and soul.
by Thomas
Nice poem :)