She...
I swear... I dreamed through a spited window, Of the day she left me, My
hope; She... The more I grew into the ever present future, I anxiously worried, There was much unwanted foreshadowing... Over the future... Am I predestined to be
lonely, I'm but a man at war within, Fighting the day's today destiny,
But she... She is all I've ever desired, Ever wanted, Ever dreamed of...
The date of every day with she is my life continued happiness.
In lieu of,
Another and every tomorrow after.
Ps. She left me without reading a poem...
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