Tale Of An (un)ending Love

Tale Of An (un)ending Love long poem

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Don’t remember when it happened
A year ago or a few,
But a strange thing has happened
And, for me, a very new.

It all started with a prologue,
As it always does,
A prologue very interesting,
For the both of us.

From the very first glance,
I knew he was true,
He was so different,
From what I usually do.

Time flew by us,
As we walked around and talked,
Time flew by us,
After we broke up.

But even that didn’t stop us
To foolishly try to recreate what was before.
And idea very beautiful,
But in the end an idea and nothing more.

And so we parted once again,
This time knowing it was the end.
But the thing we both lost was
Not only the love, but a friend.

And once again, I’m here,
Not knowing what to do.
So I guess I’ll do what I usually do
And that is write something new.

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