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His Love

His love meant so much to me,
Now there is only one thing it can be,
A memory.
His love indented so much,
It made a difference in me.
I just wish he could have seen,
He was everything to me.
But we started to fell apart,
Our love turned into,
A never ending war.
Now every memory leaves a scar.
It's like going from a great fantacising dream,
To a terrifying nightmare talking to you.
You have no clue,
I thought I meant so much to you,
I should have known,
It was to good to be true.
You got my hopes up,
Then crushed them down,
Now I'm left here with a frown.
I close my eyes,
And start to cry,
Everytime I picture you,
By my side.