December 2009
3 posts
“And in the end, it is not the years in your life that count, but the life in...”
– Abraham Lincoln
Hopelessly Divided
(Written in October 2009)
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I loved you way to much,
from the very start,
I trusted your protection,
I basked in your arms.
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But when you left you killed me,
and another took your place,
he’s nice, and fair, and perfect,
but somehow all I see is your face.
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Our conversations never end,
and I never want them too,
but now I’m being torn apart,
my heart divided in two.
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