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Losing Sight of Ones Self
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Depressed Poetry I watched you walk away
as if my love didn't matter
you held the key to my heart
and you threw it in the gutter.
The passion I'd known since loves first kiss
disappeared as you left me waiting
Why did I wait?
you said you loved me
needed time to think
told me to think positive
remember that you cared
and we'd take it from there.
I slept in your arms, felt such comfort
I was in heaven, then you left.
Your turning into him
stopped caring about what was real
started a new passion for mere lust.
I cry, but not only for such loss
of what could have been
but for how you've changed.
Turned into the enemy
and lost sight of yourself.
