Of love and despair.
Why won't he try?
Live to dare.
I've felt the feeling,
that some call love,
the lust, the hurt,
viewing the white dove.
The heart's great yearning,
feeling butterflies churning,
Only to be broken,
left with no drive,
no emotion, no life,
completely alone,
barely alive,
living, without him.
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