Dying of Young Love

This is a personal heartbreak, something that can shed light on heart break that will help get some pain off my chest.

I loved you so, and with time love grows,

Flaked romance, Strumming my heart and melody beats.

Living the rhymes, hoping so high.

Poetic of times, flowing with words, we could never repeat.

Time shapes love, which grew so cold,

with everyday our passion grows old.

So insecure, too young to love, we never knew that we were enough.

Our hearts were align, but we moved so far

growing apart, dying, melodies chime.

So confused, never loved, just abused, 

intoxicating would love come to be.

Yet she never saw the best in me.

I gave what I could, I thought was my all, 

I should've gave more, 

Imagination's fall.

We can't speak, no longer see.

She never saw what we could be.

I never gave more, when I had all.

I'm sorry darling, for our faith so small.

Author's Note

Ignore my incorrect punctuation! Sorry!
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