She gave her heart to another
Only to find
Her love was not enough for him
To move beyond
His comfort and safety
She scarce could take it back again
And so lives her days in sorrow
Her eyes always longing
To find his seeking hers
From far across the waves
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This is beautiful and scary. It’s as if you’re writing my life
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I’m glad you liked it but a bit sad this reality for you.
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That’s sad, but do much feeling in it
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