Love ?

January 11, 2011
Here i sit with unstories and untold lies.
Here i stand far apart from the emptyed truth,
about a love much simpler than this.
You left me in this world to cry, you left here to sit an whine.
Self acts wriiten inside.
A time like yours and mine.
This world was meant for love and kind.
The kind of words that wouldnt make you cry.

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