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Lost Love

In the dead of the night I lay completely still.
Watching the sourvenirs our memories have become.
I keep thinking about how and what we used to feel.
This gradually attracts depression to which I succumb.

Sometimes I put on a big smile like nothing is wrong.
But deep within, I can feel my happiness wither.
While I give the fake impression that I'm strong.
When it comes to strength, I don't feel that either.

Some days I wish these are just terrible dreams.
When I remember all the things I thought I forgot.
But a reality without you is tougher than it seems.
Ever since you left me I've been through a lot.

Your absence is a presence I can never deal with.
I tell people you still love me but deep down I doubt.
They say love never dies but yours?, I can't feel it.
Didn't you say I'm someone you can't live without?.

Who will ring my phone at midnight to ask if I'm asleep?
Who will I run to when my inner demons won't let me be?
Who will I sit with and share these that secrets I keep?
Who will call a full grown man like me "Baby"?

I need you back because I'm a shipwreck in your absence.
When you left, you took a piece of me with you.


Comments

  1. Unknown10 August 2020 at 14:27

    really lost

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  2. rob10 August 2020 at 14:29

    looks like i just found myself a Good poem plug;
    mind if i steal some lines?

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