Ode To A Once Loved

No more impossible fantasies,
or dreams of what would be
a year and a half of wanting,
of desperate reveries.

No more tears of desolation,
no more longing hopeful stares,
no more imagined kisses,
or hoped for truth or dares.

No more praying day by day,
no more weekends of lethargic bore,
I'm over, I'm out, goodbye, goodbye,
I don't love you anymore.




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