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where were you?

"False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine but leaving us when we cross into the shade "-Christian Nevell Bovee
Where were you ?

When my heart got broken

Where were you when tears turn into rivers

Where were you when I shouted out loud I LOVE YOU , I NEED YOU

Where were you when my sky got dark

Where were you  when I was running away.. breaking some rules

Where were you when I was the small fish in the ocean of pain

Where were you when I was standing next to you

Where were you where… where were you because I was right here all alone !!

You said is only life I won’t disagree but you could have just said

Where were you …fixing you broken heart

Where were you …Drying your tears

Where were you …Shouting out loud I LOVE YOU , I NEED YOU TOO!

Where were you …collecting Stars

Where were you .. running  to you

Where were you..searching for you

Where were you ..holding your hand as you stood still right there next to me

I guess …Forever is a long way home is a long walk for you

I just wrote this when I was in one of my walks I guess you want things to happen one way but they end up happening another way which tends to be better or Worse ..



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