I woke to find you gone

"All that remains of her page is an error code"

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To where did you decide to run, my love?
What thing made you take flight and leave this place?
I would have found a way to stop the shove,
That took you away, outside my love, my grace.

You can be like a skittish foal, I know.
As love by you is haunted, cut by fear,
I might, you think, in lust let love to grow;
Unsure; but no my commitment is clear.

Bemused, that sure remains; all that is left.
You could of turned the direction you fly.
You would not want me sad, to feel bereft,
If now, for you, our love became a lie.

So go, become the girl you want to be,
My love, our melody is you are free.

 

Published 6 years ago

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