Lost Love
LOST LOVE
My love likes waves crashing against the rocksWrenching off all of my heart's tightened locks
My blood mingles within the whiten foam washThis my last beat of my heart, lost in the swash
I alive but now no longer connected to his loveLeft stranded with the soul of a mourning dove
As true happiness lost, with the loss of my sonSo there is no recovery from what has become
Reflections of what could have been, now deadDid you hate me so much reels within my head
What rights did I have, such foolish thoughts, IThe grief we felt, when saying our last goodbye
I've passed my own future and left it all behindI cannot depart this life now, as no longer blind
Indiana Shaw . . . (-_-)
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