The only happiness is in the deep depths of your loves past
the heart rips itself never healing
pain far more intense than the love once between us
your long hair never lies
the eyes hold the soul i gazed beyond
when you ran I was stole
a million tears and more will fall
from my empy body as my spirit flies
only to meet yours to curse me once more
My love
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Author:
Sabrina Jane Taylor (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2018 23:13
- Comment from author about the poem: This is about the intense feeling of love lost and of how nothing compares, how we give part of ourselves up when we do love and lose
- Category: Love
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