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Poetry By: Mezquiteno

A poem about lost love and a certain song that is dreaded by the author.

Submitted:May 2, 2011    Reads: 25    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The same song plays repeatedly,
Time begins to rewind instantly.
I turn the radio off and yet I hear it,
In anger and fustration on your picture I spit.

The same love song that played during our wedding,
The same song that played during years of love and caring.
I now detest it like I detest you,
Yet I have you inside my body and mind like a stuborn flu.

The years are passing now and you remain in me,
I close my eyes and see your mezmerising beauty.
I force myself to hate you with all my might,
Yet I long for you in my sleepless nights.


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