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12 Years (Poem by Mark Borne)

Twelve years, and never once alone,
Twelve years, and never once doubted.
Twelve years, we were forever best friends.
When did everything change?
Life takes its toll, it takes people away.
A job was all it took, and he was gone.
Two years missing him,
Two years of wishing he was here.

And two years of never once being alone,
Two years of discovering what really matters.
Twelve years, and I no longer know what I feel.
When did everything change?
When did you become my best friend?
All I know is you're always there,
You've never left,
And now you're everything to me.

Comments

  1. Wow! You're inspired today! Two posts! 0.0

    Aw, this is so sad! I can feel the ache and hurt.

    GEEZ. STOP BEING RELATEABLE XD

    I also find a connection to this one.

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    1. Yeah, I was gonna post one today and one tomorrow, but both poems kinda go hand-in-hand, and I was feeling impatient, so...-shrug-

      I reread it and realized it WAS a sad poem. Huh. I did not intend that, but it works well xD

      Sorry I can't help it lol

      I am not shocked, this one was more or less designed that way

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    2. lol. Mah life

      How was it not sad to you?

      You sure about that?

      XD

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    3. Lol

      Because it was more about the change, and less about the past -shrug-

      Absolutely >:)

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