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His love

For I have lost his love,

And lock his trust;

I have become a lost voice in the wind that rush.

At the windowpane where he watch me lay,

Become the place where he feels the most pain.

my heart leapt,

When I watch him stare;

With tears in his eyes, I walked away.

I was the torn to his luscious Roses,

But he fought for me to stay.

He bled but never caved,

Somehow I still walked away.

He gave me love no one gave,

But my closed heart was all pain.

He begged and plead;

While he bleeds,

But I leave .

Now I’m the one on my knees,

Would you please come back to me?

He just stood there and watch me weep,

The love he once had is no more for me.

©By A.J.

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