We were lovers, so very much in Love,
The promises, the hopes, and the
ambitions.
Then, the reality; money, work,
time slipping away,
Sons and daughters, less time to Love.
He comes, he goes, his life are his friends,
I stay, I have my things too.
I cook, I clean, I keep a very nice house,
It fills the day until I sleep.
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On a cold winter morning I awake with my
thoughts,
And dream of what might have been.
I think back, to the good times and the bad times,
And I grieve at the loss.
Our Love left one day, and never came back,
I never noticed cause I was too busy.
The kids have gone, as kids must do,
Now all we have is emptiness and pain.
The Love has gone, left with no trace,
It took our life, and left behind...nothing.
So, on cold winter mornings I wake with my
thoughts,
And dream wistfully, of Love, and what might
have been...
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