She came with,
love in ever inch of her soul...
happiness that I could never even hope to have...
love for me and only me and same goes for me...
She and I were,
lovers to death...
going to be together someday, somehow...
like the moon and the sky, perfectly matched...
She then changed,
and I was left alone...
left outside of where I was suppose to be...
left to wonder and wait and see what would happen...
She then left,
and I was left with a broken heart...
heartbroken and could only watch as I was torn from the inside out...
And only to see that my tears have yet to change not matter how much I do cry and think about her I can't get her smiling face out. Though she left me to rot I can't forget her or hate her. She may be gone and I know she will not return but I still cannot get her face out of my mind.....
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"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld
"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld
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