Every petal meant something of him,
She never knows where to begin.
Losing it all, no one wins,
But he chose to sin,
Where can she find the answers within,
When his heart is made of tin.
She drags her self pity through the drain.
Only his lies, remain,
So she counteracts her feelings against his.
But the whole picture of them in love, she has missed.
She carries his memories in her heart.
Time and time again, they were torn apart.
The one thing she misses,
Is his hugs and kisses.
But all that was the past was a dream.
Now all she wants to do is scream.
What she believed was a fantasy because all his relationships never last.
She was now just part of his past.
©terrylin53
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