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Reflection
I gave you all the love I had
And you threw me away
I thought that we could be together
Until our dying days
Thought we could last
The perfect match
Yet from my grasp
You have been snatched
What did I expect
When the reason we had met
Was because I made a bet
And so soon karma paid its debt
Yet what hurt me the most
Was not your decision to leave
It’s that you faded like a ghost
Until I no longer believed
I gave up on that dream
While there was still possibility
When I could still be redeemed
But now I’ve lost the ability
I was so certain
I’d be by your side
Yet I buried those feelings
And left them to die
There may have still been a chance
And yet I didn’t even try
Now years down the line
Looking back on what I’ve left behind
I wonder if this was fate’s design
Or if it’s a mistake of mine
Only time will tell
No use letting emotions swell
Yet sometimes in dreams you still dwell...
Why is that? What does it tell?
I’m not beating a dead horse
Or crying over spilt milk
I’ve let life run its course
Tried to let go of the guilt
Yet there lingers remorse
For tearing down what we had built
Do I regret the demolition?
The abortion of the mission?
The unfortunate decisions?
The pointless wars of attrition?
Now, there’s no more point in wishing
Thoughts roll back into remission
And you threw me away
I thought that we could be together
Until our dying days
Thought we could last
The perfect match
Yet from my grasp
You have been snatched
What did I expect
When the reason we had met
Was because I made a bet
And so soon karma paid its debt
Yet what hurt me the most
Was not your decision to leave
It’s that you faded like a ghost
Until I no longer believed
I gave up on that dream
While there was still possibility
When I could still be redeemed
But now I’ve lost the ability
I was so certain
I’d be by your side
Yet I buried those feelings
And left them to die
There may have still been a chance
And yet I didn’t even try
Now years down the line
Looking back on what I’ve left behind
I wonder if this was fate’s design
Or if it’s a mistake of mine
Only time will tell
No use letting emotions swell
Yet sometimes in dreams you still dwell...
Why is that? What does it tell?
I’m not beating a dead horse
Or crying over spilt milk
I’ve let life run its course
Tried to let go of the guilt
Yet there lingers remorse
For tearing down what we had built
Do I regret the demolition?
The abortion of the mission?
The unfortunate decisions?
The pointless wars of attrition?
Now, there’s no more point in wishing
Thoughts roll back into remission
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