My pain is real

by Ivan Miller   Dec 18, 2006


I go through life everyday worrying about the love of my life and how she was taken away from me, I will never lose my memory of her or forget the time we spent together, the time we spent together was heaven on earth, our own utopia, and no matter where I go in life, I will look for her,.

I'll look around every corner, walk every street, search every house and building to find the love I lost, she means the world to me and more, I'll always remember her, and the time we shared for it is the greatest memory I will ever have and cherish.

Throughout the days I count until she returns into my life, because I know without her my pain is real.

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  • 17 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    Wow, what an awesome poem with such deep meaning.