She's out of my life, time to forget,
I roll over but she's no longer in my bed.
The scent of fresh cotton, linen to sleep
waking up in the morning, no lover to keep.
Anger and pain, of losing some one, just
goes to show, that how ever hard we try
Love won't stay forever, eventually it dies.
2 comments:
No,hun. Love never dies. It may be dormant in us or morph into something else but it's always there. Waiting.
I wait in hope...
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