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ONCE


Once I held you close
Red, white, and blue rose
You know how much I care
Hurting you, I would not dare
That morning smile
I miss it for awhile
That lovingly annoyed face
And laughter while in embrace
Times spent
Memories, places, events
Here I am stuck
Tried my best without luck
I know you want more
I’m such a bore
Forgive me, now, the walls are higher
I tried climbing, yet you’re spitting fire
We did reach out
But why still in doubt?
We have walked far
Please keep your door ajar
I have walked with you
Through the smiles and the blue
Your trials and pain
Them, you overcame
Every significant stride of a mile
Remember that I was there all awhile
Differences are present
Bonds can be bent
Hope not broken
Hope not all spent
Please, stop the push
Don’t beat around the bush
My wrongs are all accounted for
I need us to walk miles more
Why can’t we be ourselves like yesterday?
To be only us again, I pray
I did the best I could given the chance
Are you still open for a dance?
Once, I held you close
My red, white, and blue rose
A once not just the past
A once that will surely last




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