A Love


Searching for beginnings,
But finding only endings,
Thinking in the dark of night,
No time to sit here mending.

My heart is stitched together,
After my memories broke,
It bled it out, the pain and tears,
In blood my hands are soaked.

I smile a simple smile,
Sad, to say the least,
I try to recall a memory,
A love that never ceased.

A love, such a shame,
What a try awful thing,
For it makes you yearn and long for more,
But breaks before you sing.

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