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Out of all of us it was you who was going places. You had the world before you and everyone loved you. How could they not with a smile as cheeky as yours? That grin could make angels go weak at the knees and quite frequently did!!
You had a charm and style of your own that could get you anything you so desired and you knew it and you used it to the best of your advantage! But not at the expense of anyone and I think most of all that’s why I loved you! You were going places. You were gonna be the best. You were gonna be… and everyone knew that. One only had to look at you to see that. I guess that’s why we’re still in shock at what you became. Or what you didn’t. maybe it was the expectations the world put on you. Maybe it was the expectations you put on yourself. Maybe it was something completely different but what ever it was I hate it and I will never forgive it for doing what it did. It stole our dreams and derailed us and we were no longer going anywhere. Me? I didn’t mind it coz I wasn’t good enough to make anything of myself anyways but you… you were gonna be…and everyone knew it. You were going places and not the sort of places that you ended up either. You were gonna make it and you were gonna make yourself and you always promised that when you were rich and famous you wouldn’t forget me. You’d grin and id believe you. I knew that you would always remember me and I would always be your girlee… always. Now that your immortal in my heart am I still your girlee? Now that your gone and never coming back am I still in your heart? And why did you do that anyways? Did you wake up one morning seeing how fooled we had been and how I was going no where fast and taking you for the ride? Did you simply have to get away from me before I completely ruined you? Was it me?? I cant help but think it was but what if it wasn’t? I don’t spose it really matter now coz your gone and you wont be coming back. I visit you as often as I can but sometimes it just aint enough. I cant quite see that cheeky grin anymore no matter how hard I try. I know the angels can though and right now I wish I was one of them too so I could see you one more time. Id give a lifetime of tomorrows to have just one more today with you. But I guess that wont ever happen. I guess the closest I am gonna get to you is this ~ kneeling by your grave. Picking daisies for you and wishing you were here. Wishing you were still the one going places instead of me. I don’t deserve to live when you were the one who was gonna be…
You were the one and now you are no more…



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The following comments are for "You were the one..."
by SomeonesEpiphany

wow
all I can say is wow. This just happened with me. My boyfriend is no more. We talked and dreamed of him being a dolphins football player, and that he would take me there with him, and we would marry, and all this fun stuff to dream of. Now he is no more. We were in love, but his in gone. It hurt, it aches...and this poem is so what I'm going thru...wow...thank you for all the work and effort and blood and sweat and tears, that you put in this beautiful piece.....if I never get to meet you, if I never get to know you....you are a friend of mine...thank you SomeonesEpiphany

( Posted by: bloodyw [Member] On: March 25, 2004 )





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