Now

by Madison   Apr 25, 2008


I'm not suppose to love him.
This feeling is not true,
But every second I'm not with him,
I only become more blue.
How can he love her when he once loved me so?
I am beginning to miss his sweet smile and his radiant glow.
I will never again feel his hand in mine.
Now, love seems deadly. . . instead of like something divine.

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