This Should Never Have Been Written

These pictures should have been burnt,
The gifts all thrown away.
But yet I hold them in my hands.
Reminders of days I should cast away.
But my heart still holds on
With that tiny trace of a hope
That someday, any day, you’ll come running back.
But you’re gone now, my love,
She’s taken you home.
And I know that, like me
Who, no matter, through heart break and tears
Will never stop,
Can never forget.
I know that you, like me,
You’ll never stop loving her.

The End

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