Every day I think what could have been.
If you hadn't gone so soon.
To have held your hand and walked with you.
To have taught you right from wrong.
I sit and wonder what would have been.
But cruel fate took this from me.
Every day I miss you more.
It hurts to think your gone.
Maybe it was my fault, maybe another's.
All I know is that sometimes I hate myself.
Because regardless I blame myself.
You will never know.
You never knew.
I never met you.
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@merlin1038 thank you. The ironic thing being, although I poured my soul into this short passage, it was the Opuss that I wrote 10 minutes before that got the most attention. Go figure, :)
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