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Dusty Love.
Another day has come and gone
Yet I’m still so far away
You're no longer in my life
But the memories tend to stay.
I guess I should remove them,
They linger in the back of my mind,
Slowly creeping, growing forward
Until they’re all I find.
Love is no perfection,
If this is what I feel,
Love is a deception,
It is unmistakably real.
The question I now ask myself,
Is was this ever true?
Did I wear a bitter mask,
Saying that I loved you.
No matter what,
I now could never feel this way,
To love again would be true love,
Not just three words I’d say.
So clench your manly fist again,
and swipe my pale face,
Then turn around and love me,
Your denial is disgrace.
No love will cross my path again,
Nor hate or bitter lust,
Your thoughts, the lies, the memories,
To me, are nothing but dust.
Published 29th Dec 2012
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