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You Were The Last
You were the last man to kiss my mouth
Or touch my face
You cradled my head as I touched you
I lay here remembering how we were
I miss your voice, soft as lace
Your hands were strong as we played
You had arms of steel
Now they will explore another
My heart will have to deal
I will never be second best to anyone
I was made to love and be loved
Your choices haunt me as I go on.
Or touch my face
You cradled my head as I touched you
I lay here remembering how we were
I miss your voice, soft as lace
Your hands were strong as we played
You had arms of steel
Now they will explore another
My heart will have to deal
I will never be second best to anyone
I was made to love and be loved
Your choices haunt me as I go on.
Published 8th Nov 2022
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8th Nov 2022 7:06am
I suppose never say never, though I couldn't imagine loving anyone like I love my wife. Deeply sad write.
8th Nov 2022 7:20am
8th Nov 2022 7:28am
2nd Dec 2022 6:53am
Hoi hoi
Live’s à lot like an advent calendar:
If you close one door, eventually you can open another.
I certainly wish you all the being wise to cope with the situation. I’ll certainly will send you a small packet of strength regularly.
Kind regards, Gus
Live’s à lot like an advent calendar:
If you close one door, eventually you can open another.
I certainly wish you all the being wise to cope with the situation. I’ll certainly will send you a small packet of strength regularly.
Kind regards, Gus
13th Dec 2022 11:56pm
14th Dec 2022 1:05am
18th Jan 2023 10:21am
I just saw this, Billy. I am trying to keep busy and keep my mind off this person. Thank you for your comment, friend. Hugs Quinn
