Poem -

Since we said goodbye .

It's nearing a year now
That i walked out that door

Dragging the horrors of a sad life
behind me on the floor

So many ways my mind has changed

Many things in my life
Re arranged

I wouldn't have it
any other way

The baggage i dragged
Not with me today

I threw it all away
Day by day

It's nearing a year now
Since i walked through my door

A brand new house
It's old wooden floor

New adventure
Places to explore

Nothing of you here
I don't hurt anymore

Living day by day
The best way that i can

The baggage i dragged
Not here anymore

Living my new life
Awaiting a man

To whom my heart
Shall adore

No more horrors
Or sadness

Dragging across
the floor

It's nearing two years
Since we said goodbye

No longer do my eye's
Seek to cry.

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Valerie Lynn

I can totally relate to everything in this poem. Excellent write!!

Val ā™„ļø

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Tracy Timothy

you go girlfriend x its his loss darling good luck on your quest for a much better manĀ 

we love ya xx big 5 from me to can relate in so many ways, excellent poem honĀ 

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Nardine Sanderson

Aww thank you precious, I'm definitely on a quest for many better things to come,
love and hugs to you sweetheart, nardine xoxo

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