Remember when you had majestic eyes?
That charged into my soul and spied
some fate;
A shame to see the way it falls and
dies,
for the mistakes they cannot penetrate.
I stand alone watching us both
destroyed;
If only I see it, the World is blind.
Where you had love you left a burning
void,
For what I give is not returned in
kind.
You overlook me, yet cannot look past
The errors, though I profusely repent.
For if no longing memories can last.
We part strangers, and thus not as was
meant.
If for me though you spare a part of
mind,
Returned is for you what I gave in
kind.
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