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You are not mine
I am not yours
I will be fine
while you are hers
Moving on
you did so easily
whilst I have not
ever so greedily
I have to let you go
find someone
but I can never do
that for I had you once
I am proud
but deep inside
there are dark clouds
and the demons you left behind
I can do this
I can be happy
be in utter bliss
but oh for that is a lie, sadly
I will be waiting
for I know as I wait for none
and still hoping
for a lost loved one
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Catoptric Tristesse
Poetry"When you write from the heart, They are your work of art. Whatever pattern, You choose to do it doesn't matter. The pen and your paper are your instruments, That would create brilliance." catoptric tristesse: (n.) "the sadness that you'll never...
