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love not forgotten, imperfect yet pure
sent to earth for a broken hearts cure.
we talked and laughed for hours on end,
til a few days later he said can i be your friend.
i scream and cry because he broke me heart,
after saying i love you, hoping we wouldnt part.
love is blind, seeing not whats ahead.
awaiting the moment when all hope is dead.
those words are hell to all who hear.
bringing pain and feeding on fear.
i try to forget the moment we met,
to block you from my heart feeling regret.
wishing to go back to that moment of awe,
when i looked you in your eyes and seen no flaw.
you had another with the key to your heart,
so i sat and watched as our love fell apart.
broken in pieces knowing we were no more,
was the beginning of heartache and the life you tore.