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I stood watching as the years went by
Wondering when I would have my final cry
And if it was worth the moment just to say
Sometimes I wish the world away

And the tears fell as my family fell apart
And pain, anger, and hate ripped through my heart
And I wondered just where the road would take me
Or if the beckoning winds would just let me be

There’s eleven messages on my cell phone
All from people begging me to come home
And though it seems like the easiest thing to do
I can never go home because of you

There’s eleven messages on my cell phone
But I’m still out here lost and all alone
And though it seems like the easiest thing to do
I can never go home because of you

The months passed as my mirror image darkened
As the cries of Hell and death constantly harkened
I was left with all the guilt I know
And the hardest part was letting go

The years passed and all my love has died
When I was alone, I crumbled and cried
Things will never go back to the way they should be
Because there is no “us” if there never was a “we”

There’s eleven messages on my cell phone
All from people begging me to come home
And though it seems like the easiest thing to do
I can never go home because of you

There’s eleven messages on my cell phone
But I’m still out here lost and all alone
And though it seems like the easiest thing to do
I can never go home because of you

But now it’s time that I finally let go
And now it’s time for you to finally know
I’m not coming back and you’re the reason why
I’m sorry but this has to be the last goodbye
©2008-2009 ~dead-poetic-vices
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Author's Comments

Full Title: Eleven Messages And One's From You
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I'll take everything you taught me and put them to my life.
I'll take all the pain you brought me and prove to myself that I still stand stronger today. You threw me in the water and expected me to drown, but a few people taught me how to swim...

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A/N: Please do not ask what this poem's about. It involves a long complicated story that happened five years ago.

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:icongot2bbb:
before bac?

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You will curse the day you did not do.
ALL THAT THE PHANTOMS ASKS OF YOU
DOOO
DO
DO
DO
DO
DOOOO
-The Phantom of the Opera

Hello, My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
-The Princess Bride
:icondead-poetic-vices:
During bac...but it was in the summer.

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You gave me a picture
I gave you a poem
I gave you words
And you gave me art
:icongot2bbb:
that was a bad summer

--
You will curse the day you did not do.
ALL THAT THE PHANTOMS ASKS OF YOU
DOOO
DO
DO
DO
DO
DOOOO
-The Phantom of the Opera

Hello, My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
-The Princess Bride
:icondead-poetic-vices:
yeah it was...

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You gave me a picture
I gave you a poem
I gave you words
And you gave me art
:iconiian01:
waw ça me touche
and i simply love the comment you wrote
i understand what you mean ; i totally agree with it
the complete title is so cool
:iconiwannaburnstuff:
...
wonderful, of all the things you could do, saying don't ask me what it's about is probably one of the worst...
now I'm gonna be stuck wondering, though I guess I've done the same thing to other people with some of my posts.

But I'll respect your wish to not ask, if that's what you want.
:icondead-poetic-vices:
It's another long story that I'd rather tell in person and swear you to secrecy than hear on the internet.

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You gave me a picture
I gave you a poem
I gave you words
And you gave me art
:icondead-poetic-vices:
Thank you so much! :heart:

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You gave me a picture
I gave you a poem
I gave you words
And you gave me art
:iconiwannaburnstuff:
hmmm... okay, that makes sense...

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