"I used to think
Your love was real
But then I dreamed
Of our ordeal
Of how we cried
The sweetest river
My love
We were never real."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 28
"I used to think
Your love was real
But then I dreamed
Of our ordeal
Of how we cried
The sweetest river
My love
We were never real."