A picture of the love, never satisfies a soul. That's yearning for it all, and has nowhere to go. Yet still in my hand, is only fake material. It gives me nothing else, but a proper burial. Nothing else but a tear, falls on your face. Yet you feel no moisture. All my tears are a waste. Although to a certain extent, the photo will do. For it kept me alive for this long. No telling what it does for you.
Reason for writing:
I kind of dated this girl for a while and I fell madly in love with her. I have one picture of me and her and we both look so happy. While we were "dating", I looked at it all the time and thought how happy I was to be with her, but then she broke it off like nothing and everynight since then I would look at that picture and come close to tears over her. She was amazing.
Birth sign: Aries
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