
Love,
it's all around you.
But you don't know it,
until it is gone.
When you finally realize it,
it is already too late.
Something gets in the way.
It won't come back.
You feel like crying,
but as you do,
somebody is around.
You act like you're alright.
It doesn't work.
Sympathy is taken upon you.
It's all over.
You say good-bye.
For good.
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