Baby I Believe I've Failed You,
And This Wound May Never Mend.
For Loving You For All These Years,
Seems It was pretend.
The times I told you that I love you,
Were all together true.
But nothing can stop me,
From confessing this to you.
The night of our parents wedding,
Was a great one indeed.
It helped me confess my love,
It was my heart, that you freed.
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Again, (Where the hell is the ending?) Hopefully you thought that because my teacher told me my poems were to long and that It'd be better if I had practiced without endings. If I can remember when my semester is over I will come back and finish these poems!
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