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A poem about losing true love. |
| No more you, no more us There’s no more love No fight, no trust No more glimmers in the rain No more thinking of the same No more whispers in the dark No more sweet and quick remarks No more climbing through your window No more listening to the wind blow No more snowflakes in your hair No more distances to bear. Just my lone and gloomy self; Now you’ve put me on a shelf. Like a toy I’ll sit an wait For the day, with blinding faith When you’ll pick me up again, Hold me close and fight the pain. But I know deep in my heart What we had was just like art; It will never come again, It will never be the same. I will try in vain to paint you, Find your beauty in her eyes. But our luck doesn’t run twice; You were my slow and sweet demise. |