I see you there.
An untamed soul.
So far away, yet so near.
To hold you close and near.
My heart you hold.
With broken hands, I take your love.
Worn down I weep.
To have you close and near.
You stray away, from the love we had.
My heart you pierced with hate.
No more love for me, but love for him.
He now holds you close and near.
Goodbye, my illusion.
I see my fate.
Forever in agony, my passion subsides.
No longer close and near.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2018 09:35
- Category: Love
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Comments1
It's beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing. 🙂
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