In a crowded pub on a Friday night
Their eyes suddenly met
And all the memories came back
“Is that really her?” he asked himself
Or it is his mind playing tricks on him
Don’t she know he was always searching for her
In the crowds, movies and books?
Is it too late to ask her for a dance?
Where he can lays in her arms and dream forever
Yes, it is too late
He is just a torn page in her book now
That night he went home with tears in his eyes
He didn’t know the meaning of loneliness
Until she walked away from his life
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You love breaking my heart don’t you? 😀
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UH OH!
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Did you just shoot cupid? :0 you killed valentine for this year 😀
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Who me?
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Yes you are evil 😐
I will help you bury the body if you want 😀
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Yes!! my partner in crime *high five” 😀
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I have written few ones that are almost like a counterpart for this that you wrote.
https://wordsarefullofletters.wordpress.com/2016/01/27/presence/
I just thought I may share them to you because, somehow, you build up strong emotions in your words. I love that about you.
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Thank you so much =)
And thank you for sharing your link, I love to read other people work even if it is the same subject because each one of us has a unique way to express themselves and different perspective
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How sad… I do believe that a part of us is made off the people who left us 😦
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True =) IMHO nothing good come up when meeting an ex
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Beautiful and sad!
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Thank you ❤
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Painfully beautiful.
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Thank you ❤
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Wow
Great indeed!
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Thank you, I’m glad you liked it ❤
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