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Thinking of you it ache,
How my heart shattered,
Nothing but you did break,
My heart and I tattered.
The walk was never a cake,
But it always flattered,
We were never ever fake,
Know that you always mattered!
I waited for your awake,
But a word you never made,
Nothing but you can make,
My smile that at ages fade.
I know I was not a break,
And I know it was not the wade,
But still you never take,
Me as a soon to be wed maid.
I dunno why you left me ,
I know it was never the will,
Nothing smoother than our ski,
Nothing to fit you till,
But you left me in the sea,
And never warmed the shrill,
You now,I never see,
But I wait for you still.
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Quote:
"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." -Robert. A. Heinlein , Stranger in a strange Land.
Written by the lonely broken heart.
~Chaahat
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