Victim of love

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My eyes wide open
As I try to see you
Lips jammed tightly
Dried tears on my cheeks
I shivered and curled
But to no avail
As you are no more for me
Were you ever there?

Your reflection in front of me
Cleared yet I perceived it
as an illusion,
That much you have
messed with my mind,
I am no longer me, hanging
and waiting
The oh so prolonged
deadly wait.
Return to me my beloved
Or I will be always in
love with the idea of you!

The idea! It's slipping
away and I am
tired, sad yet waiting for
you, it brings catastrophe
In my existence. Restless,
I am helpless, only a victim
of love, time and oh
The idea of you!

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