Friday, 19 November 2010

Loves Young Dream

I love you like I love myself,
Not at all and with no remorse,
You fill my time and give me something to do,
You are food for thought and;
Experiences and memories from which I will draw upon,
During dark and lonely nights,
I would like our love to be a fairytale,
But instead it is just a dream,
And just like waking from your slumber,
It will be over and all gone;
Think not of me with hate -
Filled thoughts of revenge,
But think back to those times,
Of which we laughed and joked,
For memories begin at the end

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