If You Could See Me Now

If You Could See Me Now short poem

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They say if somebody loves you once they will always
love you…Well you loved me many moons ago now do you
regret letting me go…aren’t you the one that said you
loved everything about me, you just couldn’t get enough
of me well I can still hear you saying but maybe you
never did really love me either way life goes on with
or without you anyhow oh but If You Could See Me Now
you just wouldn’t believe your eyes, you’d lay awake at
night thinking of a way to get me back and ditching
that other guy, you’d write me the sweetest love letters
begging me to give you one more chance, you’d send me
roses in hopes of me giving into the romance…’cuz
like a fine wine I’ve only gotten better with time, I’m
not trying to brag but I got ’em knocking down my door
I’ve got ’em standing in line like never before so it’s
a shame you’re nowhere to be found ‘cuz If You Could
See Me Now you’d really love me this time around If You
Could See Me, If You Could See Me Now!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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