Every so often, right before the sun comes up, I lie awake on my memories and remember you…
Still so fresh to me the feeling the loss of the only love I thought was true…
I think of each smile we shared and all the tears I shed alone…
Of the day I uncovered the lies, the same day you were gone…
Always you’ll remain a distant, unrealizable hope, wish or dream…
With the regret of being with you floating so far down the stream…
Writing about what is hurting me seems to be a remedy for it... I wrote this on a day that all roads to love were blocked!
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