Pain: My Ultimate Companion
The sway in your hips and the innocence of your lips
You gently maneuvered and slid through my finger tips
There you were, yet there you went
Sorrow in my heart, a permanent tint
Transitioning into self-love to refrain tears
Losing you was one of my biggest fears
Observing your posterior as it exists the door
I see that love does not love here anymore
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