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Best Poems From
GABRIELL DAVIS
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Graduation Day
As you drive away
I wave goodbye,
And remember the times
We laughed and cried.
As you drive away
I slowly start to cry
And remember how much
You hurt me deep inside.
As you drive away
I’m filled with anger
Because you never said
You’re sorry for my pain.
As you drive away
I look my life
…And yours,
And I forgive you.
As you drive away
I wave goodbye
Then, stand and watch
And realize it graduation day
And nothing will ever be the same.
Gabriell Davis
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True Happiness
The warmth of the sun,
The touch of your hand,
The waves against my feet,
This is true happiness.
My father’s smile,
My mother’s laughter,
My brother’s love,
This is true happiness.
Making you laugh,
Making you smile,
Making you see that there’s more to me,
This is true happiness.
Doing this,
Writing,
Feeling, emoting,
This is true happiness.
Dancing, but not only dancing,
Giving it my whole, my being,
Becoming the dance,
This is true happiness.
Seeing your face when you realize
That I’m always me, with or without you.
Me realizing that I don’t need you.
This is true happiness.
Gabriell Davis
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The Meaning of I'm Sorry
What a wonderful thing to hear.
I’m sorry.
To know that after all this time
All this pain
All this everything,
He’s sorry.
What a wonderful thing to hear.
The thing I had been waiting for
The thing I gave up on.
The thing that seemed to never end.
What I never expected.
He’s sorry
You might say I’m stupid.
That I might be crazy
For believing him.
Well maybe I am,
But he’s the one that said it.
He’s sorry
For so long I never realized
The real meaning.
That those two words could change
Someone complete aspect of you.
I found the TRUE
Meaning of I’m sorry.
Gabriell Davis
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But most of all...
I hate that you changed.
I hate that you’re the same.
I hate that you left.
I hate how you’ve stayed.
I hate how I cry.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how I miss you.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how it hurts.
I hate that it’s my fault.
I hate that it’s yours.
I hate that I can’t be around you.
I hate how I’ve lost you.
I hate how I’ve found out who you really are.
I hate that I can’t tell you any of this.
But most of all,
I hate how I can’t hate you,
Not even a little.
I hate how I still love you.
Gabriell Davis
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