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[title] => What Have We Become?
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[bodytext] => I don’t remember what your love was like; I’ve forgotten the warmth of your touch, I wish that I could remember the way it felt to need you so much. Recently, we’ve become strangers, dancing the dance of the dead, Both seeking the words, that once, we so easily said. Your kiss is suddenly colder, there’s no flicker when you say my name, And I can’t help but shake the feeling that you think this all is a game. The sheets lie gathered between us, not long ago, they lay on the floor, When we’d spend each night, long into the morning, left desperate for more. Your hands could incite passion, whilst now they seem to inflict pain, The summer of contentment has been washed away by the rain. The lips that once soothed suddenly bite, and I wonder if love can return, Or if growing old together is a lesson that we’ll never learn. It’s like a house left empty; deprived of the things that made it a home, Your soul is all at once hollow, and my heart is left cold and alone. The missing pieces might slide into place, I might awake to find it a dream, Living like something’s missing, though, makes me want to scream. Without you I’m still a person - without you, I am enough, I just cannot comprehend, whatever happened to your love. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Ruby2sdy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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