In the box
The one where I keep
All the cards and all the keepings of the clock
I read them all
And I watched them tick by again
And I weep, weep for the time where we could fall
In love over and over, and it haunts me now and then.I weep for the girl in the pictures
So beautiful, strong, happy and full
Because when I look in the mirror, she's only a wisher
Now unlovely, frail, doubtful and her eyes are dull
You filled me with hope and that I sought out
And still today I hold on
But I'd be lying if i said I don't constantly doubt
The security of our bond.I weep for the girl he wrote to
I weep and cry out
I weep for not what I've lost
But what I can't stop from losing.
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Misfortunes of the Average Lover
PoetryHas your love run out? Your luck? Confidence? Self Esteem? Can relate, and you're not alone.