Grey days

by Eve   Sep 11, 2018


When I met him I was crying
He held my hand like he had never held a hand before
Tough skin,good intentions
When he met me,it was raining
But he found a rainbow to give me though
I had so much love to give you
When I saw him for the last time,it was summer
But my tears haven't dried yet
too much love
When he left me he didn't look back
Attack is a form of defense too.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Love comes in and out of our lives but the ones that are meant for us never pass us by. Best wishes Milly x

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Love lost is a dreadful thing to have to bear and we never really get over it; we do learn to live with it, however.
    Take care and all the best,
    Ben

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