There is a constant reminder
of your presence, a presence,
I long to forget but
we were born to have memories
and sometimes along them,
are unrequited passions.
So easily love can be a gift,
so easily when time passes
it seems like a curse!
Love is like a star,
unreachable in its height
of possibilities, it radiates!
Love lost is like watching
a flower wither away,
like viewing melting plastic,
the lost is slow but definite.
In the younger years,
it was all a game,
as years pass, each lost
becomes more fragile
the heart and mind weathered,
from the oppressed storms.
I fell in love with you,
how I thought you wanted
to love me as well.
Your words had no meaning,
meaning turns to verbs
and your actions were disappointing.
The tears flow again,
they're warm and burn my eyes.
They fall and dry on this page,
afterwards, I say to myself,
"I allowed this to happen again."
started 1-3-09
completed 03-09-09
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