Love is a crowded place
Love is a crowded place
But he is looking for space
Those caught in its snare are unaware
Oblivious that people are ever there
Looking on with such a longing
Filled with deep seeded hurt and regret
Remembering the days of such happiness never had but fantasized
In his fantasies he has found love
The joy of embracing her
He might never forget that moment
And in a glance he awakes
Broken and in tears
Remembering that it was nothing but a dream
To Be Continued...
By Noraa
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