To love someone
Who will never fully love you back
And to feel incomplete
Now
When I didn’t feel incomplete before
Meeting you.
My heart aches
And I’ll never be the same
You don’t know what it’s like
To love someone
Who will never fully love you back
And to feel incomplete
Now
When I didn’t feel incomplete before
Meeting you.
My heart aches
And I’ll never be the same
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I am a writer, I write ~ I began writing PR0G-PR0SE in 1966 - not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? Poetry does not have to be boring .. .
Bipolar Man, in Recovery, Trying His Best to Be Happy
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