

On Love Gone By. A SestinaI told Her that I loved Her once, called it more than that. Love was just a word I used, to speak a piece of heart. I used pangs of self-wrough hurt, just to hide my pain.On Love Gone By. A Sestina
I let Her love me back just once, I opened up my heart. Love was more a word just used, a brief savior from the pain. I held Her close, safe from Her hurt, but I even failed at that.
I write these words again just once... Just know you were not used. Goodnight to you my love, I offered you my hurt.
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"Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel down and kiss the ground." -Rumi
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