i loved loving you
but your love was different from my point of view
a heart once whole now broken in two
no longer the sweet person i knew
so patiently i wait
for a love meant to be fate
but of late i'm confused why love does forsake
a heart that embraces the truth
left to break
real illusions all turn fake
all my delusion grow in weight
but
it's lost
you and i
we're just a memory
one that haunts my soul
and mentally
i wonder if you too reminisce on things
that i miss the most
or if you're there without another care
while i
grasp at our ghost.
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Into The Black Hole
PoetrySometimes, pain becomes peace. Eureka! He's an oxymoron.It's been almost over eleven months; six months when it got way too critical, but I've been evolving and growing up out of it. It means much less to me now, and again, it keeps reminding me th...
