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I love you.

Deep within,
A heartfelt loss,
I could not figure,
What went wrong...

Which drop spilled the cup,
Which we so vividly,
filled up...

I don't need to know,
what caused such pain,
in the midst of confusion,
and so many mistakes.

We find each other, once again,
And the dream of you,
paints itself true,
In an illusion of reality.

I wish I could erase,
the written past,
and for once slow down,
what went so fast.

I cannot forget
what I left behind,
because within it,
lies the memory,
of the person,
I once loved.


I have not left,
and while my heart cries,
I dream of what was once best.

I will not forget.
How my heart once felt.
My love for you,
will forever, remain true.

matadorqk

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