Hey Baby

by Lindsaroo

Published August 3, 2008

Hey Baby, how are you?
Do you feel lost in life too?

My heart is ready to break,
With the empty pain of you not being here.
I suffer through these terrible aches,
Because I know you're gone with every tear.

I don't know what you would call it.
It's not like we had a choice.
But I wish things could have turned out different,
And I could still hear your soothing voice.

So this is it then?
This is the final goodbye.
I'll never be yours again.
But yet, you'll never be mine.



-Lindsay

Hope you guys like...or rip it into pieces. I know it's short but eh

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Evolmega Comment
Evolmega commented Comment · Aug 8, 2008

Eh ^^ sorry allow me to correct myself,

By 'Beggining' I meant after the first 2 lines,

I didnt really think that was a good way to start a poem.

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Evolmega Review
Evolmega wrote a review Review · Aug 8, 2008

Well ~

like the others have said,

More emotion on how you felt, rather then the situation,

would of gave a pond inwhich the reader could try to grab up what your feeling,

But i did like it, overall, the beggining and ending really caught my eye, and it was good ^^

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October Girl commented Comment · Aug 6, 2008

I L.O.V.E this poem!!!! lol but anyways I like this oem because you weren't too wordy but it still caught on :]] it was romantic and depressing at the same time get it? It was great linds I miss you!

-Max

laughingfreakx3 wrote a review Review · Aug 6, 2008

Its was good Linds!
Its was definitely shorter that your usual but that's OK!
I think you could add more to it and it could be really good!
Maybe you could also express your feeling in the poem more.
I am sorry for your loss too.
I but it could be a great poem.

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Xena commented Comment · Aug 4, 2008

eh, wasnt really feeling this, the beginning anyway, didnt flow to well in my mind, but the end was prettty good and depressing, can relate-- so this is it? ok then, goodbye then, (fuggin bich)-- how it usually goes



Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
— Emily Dickenson