I desire your touch,
The warmth of your skin,
The beat of your heart,
In my room with lights dim,
Us together forever,
Never parting ways,
Hand in hand,
Throughout the rest of our days,
We dreamt to be married,
Settled down, with our kin,
But you left me for another,
Like a feather in the wind.
I lost the love of my life in that classic movie scene where the woman leaves the man for a better looking model with money and an ego so large in could engulf the planet, filling her head with empty lies that would only break her when she found out the truth.
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Touching lines. Thank you for sharing :)