I cut my hair, an extension of sorrow I rid.
I loved you so, why'd you have to go?
Selfish of me leaving, not a farewell did I bid.
How can I forgive myself, I do not know.
Unable to tell you how I loved you before..
I'm sorry, I love you, I admit my defeat.
Then listen to your stories as I did once more.
Hopeful for your forgiveness next we meet.
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Author:
Dakotah Lavender (
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- Comment from author about the poem: To my great grandmother Shirley, may peace be with you.
- Category: Sad
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