I don't want to lose you again,
I want to hold your warm, subtle hands
that comforted me during the nights,
I want to have you listen to the melody of my heart
as I tell you stories of our future
I want to lie down right beside you stargazing
as I held you in my arms
I want to have a future with you...
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Stages of Sorrow
PoetryLife is an act. Love is a lie. She's a Fraud. Now my heart is broken.