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Jun 2018
The way we were


The way we were,
So simple to say,
But it was always so hard to keep your love.
You are my Her.
You were my way.
Now I must find myself again and once more become loved.


You were my summertime lover indoors.
I could never hide from you all my endless flaws.
So grateful to you for all that you have done,
My shining sun; it always rains now as my tears pour.


Every part of me is dedicated to love;
Every thought I think is concerning you.
Even today I still desire your touch,
Because my love for you will never end…
Love will always feel like it is brand new.


The start of love is a summer’s day;
The end of love is so cold and grey.
The centre of love is happiness in a glass;
The saddest time of love is when you turn your back.


So leave me here to never wipe away these tears,
Because if you cannot hear, then why am I even crying?
It is because of you I am oh so clear,
So certain of my fate;
This feeling must be what it feels like when I am dying.


Inside I am a snow globe without a pretty picture;
Outside I am an insect surrounded by dinosaurs.
Everybody is so sure they know how to make me not miss her,
But the truth is nobody has a cure to all that which came before.

The way we were…


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