The love we had.
The love we had
good or bad
should of been left where it was at
deep in the past
right next to love from my dad
but this love should be put last
even though it was made to last
at last
it ended fast
and lets face facts
thats that
dead to my life but born into my imagination
and thoughts of you become a presentation
but lets see how long
these strings attached hold on
till something goes wrong
because everywhere i look, i see you, hillucinations
talking to you was a sensation
but now is nail biting temptation
use to count the days i didnt see you now i count on my patience,
im set
wondering if i should forget
or regret
the day we met
and accept
theres no more me and you and a yet
wont be let
because i became your loves pet
a butterfly traps in its net
i guess thats what i get
even though i didnt expect
the effect
of neglect and reject
where going to have on this stress
it made a mess
in the left inner side of my chest
i think it left me deaf
because i dont hear a thing
is like the sound left
and i bet
this love i inject
infects
and does more damage than meth
and no need for a test
because i can easily detect
the smell of love out of my breath
and i think about you so much
my truth strength is on my neck
is like my thoughts weight too much someone come check
is like im fallin in to a deep sleep but no one knows the depth
no one to talk to
no one to reflect
hopefully i find the button that says reset
or let the love we had suspect death
but the love we had
wasnt half bad
it didnt have all bad
that was just the aftermath
because the love we had grew like a flower
and smiles rained like shower
one flower in our world wide plantation
not god, but are creation
dont you like the sound?
i think about you when i look around
if my every thought about you was a water drop the whole world would drown
but sadly i first let you fall to the ground
like the pedals on our flower
and now i count the hours
of when i use to have all that
see u fade in black
darker than space
forgeting your face
and placed
now to the past
and this is why I title all of this
The love we had
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