With you I feel so slighted
Our love, it’s unrequited
There’s nevermore
A morning or
Your face, I see, it’s smiling
Instead, adorned a frown
Maybe I’d brought you down
You didn’t say
But turned away and now…
I begin to drown.
This is true love.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
With you I feel so slighted
Our love, it’s unrequited
There’s nevermore
A morning or
Your face, I see, it’s smiling
Instead, adorned a frown
Maybe I’d brought you down
You didn’t say
But turned away and now…
I begin to drown.
This is true love.
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