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Do You Remember?

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AngelofLight03

Published: Dec 8, 2012

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Do you remember that poem you wrote me?
Well, I found it the other day.
It was in my jacket pocket.

I didn't know one piece of paper
Could bring back so many memories.
It's amazing how long it has been
Since you gave it to me.

I am thankful that
I had you in my life.
All the good and bad times,
They made us that much stronger.

Thank you for coming into my life.
Thank you loving me.
I couldn't have asked for anything better.

So you see what a simple
Piece of paper with words on it can do.
It made me remember why I cared so much.
It made me remember you,
So thank you for writing it.

By: AngelofLight03

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I had found a poem the other day that someone wrote to me a long time ago. As I was reading it so many memories came back to me all at once. I am glad for having them in my life.

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FlirtingWithInsanity

Dec 9, 2012

I love this. It's so very true...it makes me a little sad because I remember the moment I found a poem that someone had written for me. It's now safely locked away in my memory box.

Even though that person is not in my life anymore, that poem means just as much (possibly more) than it did when it was given to me.

This is lovely.

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