You were there through
the good and the bad,
Always my friend,
never made me sad.
Every day with you
was a happy day,
And memories of you,
They always stay.
I had feelings in the past,
I couldn't share'
They were blocked by darkness;
my living nightmare.
Even after all this time,
So much I want to say.
My only hope is,
You'll remember me,
One day.
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Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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