Love is…
As the sun sets,
Thoughts awaken,
Of a true love,
That should have been.
As the sun sinks,
So do I, into the arms,
Of my love,
In my thoughts only.
Sometimes it just seems,
That all memories are
for,
Is to cause you
heartache,
More and more, again and
again.
As the sun sets,
I can’t stop thinking of,
What might have been,
What should have been.
As the sun sinks,
So do I, into this river
of depression,
Knowing it’s another
sunset gone,
Another love lost.
Sometimes it just seems,
Love is meant to lose,
That love is meant to
hurt,
That love is love.
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