Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Unreturned


This, was a love 
Filling up my mind 
Connecting us through divides 

This, was unrequited
Laughing loud was mine 
This kindred, a miss-sign



This, is a loss
Unreturned, is my compassion 
Forged in your fake intentions 

This, is a retraction 
Turning now from sorrow 
Present tense deletes tomorrow

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