Forgotten
I used to wake up next to you and know what love meant
How it meant the first one up had to make pancakes
And put strawberries on top.
And the last one up had to make the bed
In the craziest of ways
But then you disappeared,
From my world and the one around me
And I forgot what love meant.
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