Sometimes I think about you when I'm lonely.
I think of how you used to kiss me under the stars and dance with me in the rain.
We were simple and sweet.
I was your queen and you were my king.
We might not have been the fairest in the land, but we didn't care.
I had you, and you had me.
Now what once burned bright has faded to dust.
Ashes cover the streets and cobwebs clutter the attic.
What used to be a home is now merely a house, haunted by the memory of us.
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heartache avenue
Poetrythe midnight ramblings of a broken soul love, loss, hurt, and the other shit that cuts deep hopefully someone out there can relate [contemporary poetry]
