Profess I do not care. Claim I’m over you. Quickly realize, I’m telling lies. It’s only you, my precious love. Shining beauty, beyond the stars. Only you will do…
Tag: Lovesick
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Crazy lighting, blindly shining. Hazy fog, outside surrounding. You and I, fervently pretending. Silhouette of our intertwining. Lost in a whirlwind, passionately denying…
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It’s a one way deal, that’s a fact. I’m in in love, not loved back. Desperate feelings are quite intense. Swirling about, makes no sense. Her words are sweet. Her actions dreadful. Leaving me, forlorn and regretful….
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I’ll save my tears, one by one. Deposit them in a cup. Fill it up. Dump it in a river. See if they float. I’ll bet they won’t. They’ll sink so low, I’m sure it’s so. No problem, not this time. I’m all dried up, the sun still shines….
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Words couldn’t share, wouldn’t even dare. They are incapable of. It’s not fair, don’t blame them. Words just couldn’t comprehend. Her smile and grace, from another place. A place so rare and so fine, mere words could never define.
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Her and I, love so pure. Gets us high. Disregarding reality, from the start. Red flags and roadblocks keep us apart. It’s wrong, that’s what I hear. We have no right. People talk, it’ll all come out. Imagine the havoc that’ll be. All because of you and me…..
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Tears dried up, spirits intact. I laugh, survived another attack. Love sickness disease. Of the highest degree. Romance disorder, over and over. Again and again. Revolving door love, it just makes me grin.
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Her picture on my phone, so many years ago. Loved her way back then, in my heart again. Far too long alone, she lives inside my soul. Memories haven’t changed, feelings still the same. Still, remembering the pain, how does love remain?
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Words are free. Talk is cheap. Only actions matter to me. I try to ignore, I don’t care to see. I refuse to watch her abandoning me. Taking my heart, piece at a time. Without any warning, reason or rhyme.
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Her words. Always this, once again. She begins. Boring story, I’ve heard before. Probably one thousand fifty five times, or more. It’s getting old. Close the door. Bye, don’t care much anymore.
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