Blidly waiting for someone I could never have,
Love and affection stay stuck at the past,
Many secrets I have hidden on one hand,
Having my chances sink fast in Quicksand.
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Our love from the start was always wrong,
Like a poem written in a song,
I waited for you on February night,
You came and you left, only saying goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
The year I've spent with you.
PoetryRoses are red, Violets are blue, Seasons change, so do you.
