I lay here writing, thinking of nothing but you,
Knowing I'll never see you again.
How could I have let it get this far?
Why did I not stop myself before now?
I do not believe in many things any more, most especially love.
Hopeless romantic is a phrase that is so true ,
for it is hopeless to believe that love is possible.
Pain is a fact of life, as is death.
Many have come and gone from this world
never knowing love or anything close.
I once knew love. I once knew trust.
But just as I shall die, those virtues have died.
Impossibilities remain impossible. Nothing is forever.
So now I say goodbye as I turn out the light.
I have loved and lost. I have lived and died.
I never ceased loving you.
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Reviewed by Bettyann Sonn (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2003
I agree love is hard to find, but no one will love you as much as you need to love yourself, that comes first, then anothers love will follow.
We have all felt the pain of losing love at one time or another. Well spoken.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2003
Love is one of the most impossible emotions to deal with at times.
Excellent write.
peggy
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2003
Love isn't impossible...just hard to survive.
Well done.
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We have all felt the pain of losing love at one time or another. Well spoken.
Excellent write.
peggy
Well done.