If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Then absence should make love stronger.
But save a
few
fleeting
finite
flickers
of time gone by,
The magic from before,
The thrill,
The pure bliss,
Is gone.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Why has your return left a hole in my life?
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Then absence should make love stronger.
But save a
few
fleeting
finite
flickers
of time gone by,
The magic from before,
The thrill,
The pure bliss,
Is gone.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Why has your return left a hole in my life?
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