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Painful Love



An innocence is inevitably lost when your very first love moves on.,




















Submited By : sara  
Date: 06 August 2006
Author: Jayzee
Rating: 3.4/5 (17 votes cast)
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Painful Love
Watching you from across the room
sends searing pain through my heart.
I think back to a year ago,
when I thought we'd never part.
My love for you just won't die down -
it just grows with each new day.
I wish you'd dare to look at me
and hear what I have to say;
"I love you and I want you back - "
but these words you just won't hear.
You don't seem to remember them -
all the memories I hold dear.
You were my first kiss, my first love
and now you don't even care.
How could you just blow it away?
We were the perfect pair.
you seem content to let me go -
You're doing fine as you are,
while I'm still missing how we were.
We had the best love by far.
-Jayzee -

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