What she was

She was the first sip of
coffee in the morning, the
first snow on Christmas,
a kiss when you need it,
a comedy show when you’re
sad, a source of pleasure
late at night. She was
everything sweet and kind and you made her so, so bitter and so, so sad.

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8 thoughts on “What she was”

  1. I read this poem , this poem is so amazing . I think you wrote this poem by keeping in mind of someone . I too wrote a poem like this about someone (my old friend) , you will like that , the link is below :

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  2. Before destroying someone’s life, these heartless people don’t even wink. Someone else destroyed theirs too, hence they lost any feelings. Sort of like zombies. Who loves zombies? 🙂

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  3. Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
    Before destroying someone’s life, these heartless people don’t even wink. Someone else destroyed theirs too, hence they lost any feelings. Sort of like zombies. Who loves zombies? 🙂

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