2013 love unrequitedlove time
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When things are sweet, perhaps sugar is good for you after all.
So slow and soft was your swing that it hit the ball just right,
we went soaring into the night,
P; the presence you hold in my life
Can it be dictated? Numerated? Determinated?
Not in my eyes.
Maybe what I need is love in my life.
To take away the memories,
the hateful feelings that are being thrown at me.
This is what I'm thinking as I think of him,
She is time, she is fleeting.
Without notice she slips away,
Returning at the worst moments
Only to leave too soon.
The weariness she caused aged me,
And, yet, I was doomed.
