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Jun 2011
I cannot speak
Your name.
I cannot hear
Your voice.

The sight of you
makes me heart



drop.

And the sight of you,
with her,
makes my heart




drop


even




further.

So why, first love, tell me.
is it, that
I still play
all the songs
that I know,
will remind me,
of
you.

Tell me, first love, why,
when my dreams,
stray,
to you,
I awake,
happy.
And my day,
enhanced?

First love,
it is not fair,
to say,
you broke
my
heart.

Getting over
you, is
a choice.
A choice,
that I am
not ready
to make.

Because
all
this
time
a   p  a  r  t ,
has made me
realize,
the truth.
That I am nothing without,
you.







But it's too late.




Right?
Portland Grace
Written by
Portland Grace  23/F
(23/F)   
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