When I loved,
it was in solitude;
it was in the wee hours,
too far gone to know myself,
that I loved.
I loved when
the rain poured down,
dark and gloomy,
and I gulped down another shot.
When I loved,
nobody seemed to care,
especially you.
I walked away
with nothing left,
but sadness.
Time has passed.
I love again,
but now someone cares.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
When I loved,
it was in solitude;
it was in the wee hours,
too far gone to know myself,
that I loved.
I loved when
the rain poured down,
dark and gloomy,
and I gulped down another shot.
When I loved,
nobody seemed to care,
especially you.
I walked away
with nothing left,
but sadness.
Time has passed.
I love again,
but now someone cares.
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