Loving him was hurtful
Yet holding him and being in his presence felt like a sweet dream.
But loving him was hard
Cause he's never there even when he hold me.
He hold me like the day he stand on her grave holding her favorite flower
With a hint of forever a sad goodbye and a sprinkle of regret.
Loving him hurts so bad,
I wish I could be mad.
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