Waiting And Hoping!




I still stand on the foothill
Of that hill...
You bid me goodbye from!

I still hope to see your face,
The way it was
Before you set off for the war.

Did you really have to go?
i hope you can hear me,
I miss you so much
And I love you like thee.

I feel so scared,
So insecure cause you're no longer around,
Just wanna hear you once...
Just make me belive that you're fine.

I hope you're alright,
I hope no bad has happened.
But remember one thing..
Even if you slip away from me...
I'll remember you forever!

Comments

  1. DibsySeptember 25, 2008 at 3:35 PM

    Where are you getting these as inspirations from?? :)

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  2. vLoSeptember 25, 2008 at 3:36 PM

    hey thanks for commenting! anyways, do you make your poems?

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  3. anaaaaaaishh :DSeptember 25, 2008 at 4:20 PM

    i am very jealous of your poem skills(:

    Tag, you're it! (:
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  4. SydneySeptember 25, 2008 at 6:09 PM

    thanks for stopping by!

    in case you didn't know, i shut down my blog (kind of!)

    but stop by www.sydney-speel.blogspot.com ...

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  5. Kendall EvaSeptember 25, 2008 at 7:22 PM

    Sick Poem:) Thanks for the comment by the way! Love the blog:D
    Lots of Love,
    RollingStone007

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