Love not lost, but lost is the love.
Hurt and pain to the core,
all her love with him,
a locked up door.
All the care in the world she has to give,
is no longer, all with one person,
no more to live.
Love not over, but over is the love,
gave it all away, hopes to see it once more,
the one she wants to love,
the one the love is for.
But its not getting through,
to the door no key,
so she sits on her knees, praying of plee,
that up there he would let her love again,
take away the pain and past, promises again to never sin.
What she would give to be able to feel the joy,
of giving love to someone else, love not a toy.
Infactuation not gained,
but gained is the infactuation,
with the one she has feelings for,
she tries to care, but it always seems to hit the floor.
Not all about butterflies, or feelings even so deep,
but just a little inch of care from lock, not even a leap.
Just an inch, maybe that care would be enough to unlock the door, to all her
heart and soul,
that in 2 years time, someone completely stole.
But this I pray day after day,
and maybe faith will open the door,
cause the price shes already had to pay.
Slowly but surely, this she does know,
and promise is, day by day shes ure to show.
Just let this one be for real, actuality, not a dream,
let this be sure purpose and love, not another sceem
She can bet her heart on it, if only she can have it back,
that shell love him unconditionally,
promises nothing will lack.
So please grant my dream, shes as sure of this as death over a knife,
So please just please, make him give me back my life.
 
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