I Said Goodbye a Thousand Times
I have a thousand songs to sing for you,
but the songs remain unsung.
I have a thousand poems to write for you,
but the words remain unwritten.
I have a thousand paintings to paint for you,
but the pictures remain unpainted.
I have a thousand gifts to give to you,
but the gifts remain ungiven.
I said goodbye a thousand times to you,
but the goodbyes were unintended.
~ copyright 12/5/13, Casey and The Sprightly Writer
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