An Unconventional Wallflower

Sun, 08/24/2014 - 01:11 -- cveh10

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I am very happy to see you,

in second taught; I have these dark clouds hanging over me.

In my head I reminisce how you could once be my love coup.

Now we are strangers, don't you agree?

Maybe our love deteriorated over time.

Why do I feel so free?

Maybe you were not worth my dime.

I learned from my mistakes dear.

Love is somewhat confusing.

Nobody ever taught me how to forget about true love.

 

 

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