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My True Love Is Dead
My hearts been broken for sum time,
My true luv died a painful death that left him a mime.
See, he isnt the true love that anyone would think of,
But he was dear to me a mentor, provider hero angel dove,
Penetrative pain I feel everyday,
It isnt a moment that doesnt pass by that i dont lay, ...
Down in tears pour from my eyes, .
The feelin of anguish i feel I despise.
That others have had the chance to play the same roll,
But fall short for what ever reason and fold,
We never saw eye to eye but true love i felt,
For there were many a days i made him cry and melt.
The only gurl in his life,
I was his pride and joy a product of him and his wife.
June 7,2008 his life ended and complete,
And mine began disarray and I feel defeat.
I often feel empty and pour out to God,
I feel cheated, betrayed, my life a big fog.
My true love is my father and as i sit here today,
Will forever miss him everything he stood for I may, ....
Never will forget the way it feel
Sittin at the table wit him and the fam eatin a meal.
I struggle and still am determined that love in its rarest form has essence,
And life teaches, preaches, a true lesson.
My father is my love my only blessing.
poem
by
Layshaun Sho
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