I Loved

I  Loved

I loved,

And I came haunted by, my love

I loved,

And I came to be sacrificed, by my love

I loved,

And I came to be a foreigner, for my love

I loved,

Loved again, I loved

And I came to hang my heart, before my love

I loved,

Loved again, I loved

And I came to be a blacked out sentence, the last note of love

I loved,

And loved again

Not knowing where that I was going, where was love?

I loved,

Loved and loved

Yet yearned to be loved again; was no love! 

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Desire and love make you weak; feel both loved and unloved; make you unleash your most intimate thoughts you’d never thought you would; and let it go; set yourself free; and hope; you’ll be loved again; one day... by a non-foreigner! or maybe a loving foreigner, we never know, do we?...
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