lost love

January 20, 2014

I miss the days

when we talked all day

and you would say

things that made my day.

I never thought you would walk away,

but ignorance is bliss.

Call me an optimist,

for having missed

your artifice.

And now I reminisce

over all the times

our love was bind.

Will I ever find

someone as kind?

or will I just die

from your goodbye?

(m.v)

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