The Knife
I remember the days of happiness we once had,sharing,caring, and always so glad to see each other, and feel each others pain, but those days are gone now, and my heart feels pain,
I can still feel your touch, and your warm kisses, wanting your constant emails, and our constant misses,
But you departed so abruptly,
with no reason or goodbye,
I cry to feel the knife of love, that has stabbed me repeatedly
only to bleed in tears.
They say love has a mind of its own, only sharing with those who take risks and do not want to be alone
what is humanity's excuse when we fail to do so,
only to be cut by the knife of love.
What color are your tears?
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