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She pulled up in her car As I approached her with unease 6 years spent apart Made me shaky to the knees  And as I went inside I saw her face again She was glowing gorgeously She looked so elegant  She smiled and said hello As I focused on her eyes I said I hope this is the last time We ever say goodbye She laughed and smiled again And my anxiety dissapeared I felt comfortable I thought "as long as I am here"  After a while she had to leave Time for her to fly Once again we were in a state Of being in goodbye  She dissapeared into the distance When I wanted her to stay The only woman that I label As the one that got away |
They say the only thing worse than unrequited love is requited love. Of course this is cynical but just consider what would happen if she hadn't got away. Your life would change in ways you can't imagine, instead you still command your imagination in your poem, "The One Who Got Away".| Posted on 2015-08-31 00:00:00 | by Torie | [ Reply to This ] | |