Lost Love

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Lost Love

Do you know how I feel?
Living day to day,
Like living in a shadow,
Trying to find my way.
Believing your still here,
Not believing that your gone,
Alone and lost,
I have to move on.
Living without loving,
Is like not living at all,
I stare at your pictures,
Hanging there on the wall.
The memories that were made,
Running through my head,
As I lay here at night,
In our double bed.
I miss you so much,
That my heart weeps,
For each and every night,
I cry in my sleep.
Missing you is the hardest thing,
That I will ever have to do,
But, I know in my heart,
I have a place just for me and you.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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