The pain of love...

November 1, 2017

I didn't understand the worth of water til the well ran dry.

The place I loved once dearly couldn't look me in the eye.

I sat staring into the nothingness of despair.

In the end I realized their was nothing there.

Nothing but the longing to understand.

what I did to deserve such repremand?

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