well. I am alone and heartbroken. But i will not forget nor let die this love. So every day i will compose some poetry for my love. whom i may never speak to or see again less it is in my dreams.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Abandoned
My sadness comes, From where happiness was, A place that you made, And filled with love, But now it lies hollow, For without your touch, The pain it exudes, For my heart is too much.
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