I got ghosted!
He went no contact!
Where are you? I am here by myself.
It's a nightmare without you.
Our love was so true.
Can you please return it to me?
Baby, Baby, return home.
You left me in the dark, all by myself,
Where are you -- my love?
You took my soul from me.
I am crying.
The emptiness I feel in my soul.
We can get to know each other personally.
My love, I need you eternally.
My true love, we are going to do it fruitfully.
You are my salvation.
I can't live without you, love.
I see stars up above.
Could you get to know me personally?
I can't live through another broken heart.
Where's our canvas going to go, such lovely art?
Where's our love going to go?
I can't live without you.
Can you please return home?
About the Creator
Irene Mielke
Hi,
I am Irene. I am an aspiring blogger and writer looking to influence the next generation towards their dreams. I want the rest to know that age is just a #, and you're never too old to begin a new dream from scratch.
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