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A Letter To Your Memory


Dear Forbidden Love,

         I was captured in your soft light                                                                                                                                                                                and dreamt of the day when I could hold your heart to mine.                               

      You chose me out of a crowd and titled me your own                                                                                                                                                    and signed yourself over with a list of unkowningly empty promises                                                                                                                                      and your signature at the bottom.                 

     I never would've thought that you'd be the one to rip it up.

      And I know we had our black days,                                                                                                                                                                                  but darling didn't the white ones leave you breathless?                                                                                                                                                          But now I'm forced to swallow grey and would give anything to have                                                                                                                                  your color scheme.

      They ripped us apart and threw us into different corners of the earth                                                                                                                              and I ran after you, but you told me the search was pointless.                                                                                                                                            Now I wander aimlessly while my eyes are trained for your face,                                                                                                                                          but yours have forgotten mine.

      How I wish you'd let me run into your arms again. 

     How I wish we could find ourselves in a distant land                                                                                                                                                  where there's no taste of grey and we can start again.

 

                                  Sincerely,

                                              Your Forgotten Love.

 

 

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KnightRobot
<p>I love the love, the vulnerabilty of the narrartor.&nbsp;</p>

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