“Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead”…

lon

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She does not speak,
like she used to do…

Her words don’t flow,
or now ring true…

Just a hollow feeling,
when they are heard…

Soulless and wooden,
not like the birds…

Who sing out aloud,
whenever she is near…

Filled with beauty,
not dread and fear…

Which is how she feels,
each and every day…

Since she lost his love and
he pushed her away…

In the midst of a storm,
raging with pure emotion…

Like the perfect kind,
found out on the ocean…

The push and pull,
the hurt and the hate…

Ripped them apart,
it was driven by fate…

Down the dark road,
of no possible return…

Hearts split in two,
as the searing pain burned…

Creating deep scars,
that will never heal…

It’s part of the process,
It’s part of the deal…

That’s left her stood,
all alone in this world…

As the days slowly pass and
her memories swirl…

Now day to day living,
is filled with regret…

But times they shared,
she’ll never forget…

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