lost love

I miss the days 
when we talked all day
and you would say
things that made my day.
I never thought you would walk away, 
but ignorance is bliss.
Call me an optimist, 
for having missed 
your artifice.
And now I reminisce 
over all the times 
our love was bind. 
Will I ever find 
someone as kind?
or will I just die
from your goodbye?
 
(m.v)

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