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Life After Love

I crave a long talk with you

The kind where we sit in your car at 1 a.m. and tell 

eachother about our hopes and dreams 

hoping for a better future and begging for a fresh start

I miss the nights where we kicked it in my basement 

when you not only played my guitar but my heart

when you told me you were scared of what was coming next 

and I told you I believed in you 

I long to look into your hazel eyes again 

I remember the feeling of your warm embrace and

the way your hand squeezed mine the last time I saw you 

I wanted us to work more than anything in this world 

to fill each others voids and and pour love into each others f*cked up cracks 

that life had created for us 

I convinced myself that maybe one day 

you will love me as I have loved you


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Frances Macaulay Forde

Sun 17th Feb 2019 02:38

Lots of lovely ideas in this piece, especially this line:
"...when you not only played my guitar but my heart..."

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