Lost Love
Hair bright as a summers day
Eyes the color of the ocean
You can see the happiness slip away
hes trapped by an immature devotion.
His soul as warm as a fires flame
has gone cold as ice
And I'm the one to blame.
Not an apology would suffice.
The words that were thrown
were filled with that of hate
they only broke his heart.
Is this really our fate?
Our love was once to strong
was like a pure dream
but now is shattered and gone
like a villians evil scheme.
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