A poem about holding on even though it’s over.
I’m alive but love is dead. These thoughts run wild inside my head
Is there a cure; a remedy? Just go away, please leave me be.
Don’t answer me, your voice still hurts. Remembering you has made it worse.
What can I do? What can I say? I loved you more than every day.
But now you’re gone, the sun has set. We parted ways, I can’t forget.
Nothing more than a book, of a tale sad and true.
A book never read, but long time overdue.
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