Lost Love
How, when I once was so happy, can I suddenly be so sad,
How did I end up by losing, that special person I had,
How can a pain insubstantial, hurt more than if I did bleed,
How do I learn to cope with, not having she whom I need.
Why do I dwell on the memories, rather than looking ahead,
Why does my mind keep replaying, so much she did and she said,
Why does a place once so special, now seem so lonely and bare,
Why do I still wake each morning, hoping that she will be there.
Where is my reason and logic, why am I now so obsessed,
Where is the wry sense of humour, I know that I once possessed,
Where is my passion for living, where is my courage and strength,
Where are the plans for the future, I had once made at great length.
Who has the words that will help me, help me get out of this hole,
Who can help me to recover, get the heart back which she stole,
Who can put me on the right track, who can help me find the way,
Who can guide me from the darkness, back to the light of the day.
What is the point of emotion, why does it torture us so,
What is the purpose it’s serving, dearly I wish I did know,
What is the answer I’m seeking, is it one I’ll ever find,
What can take up my attention, putting her out of my mind.
When will the hurting be over, when will the new dawn appear,
When will I stop all the dreaming, wishing that she could be near,
When will the future inspire me, will I be free of the past,
When will I put her behind me, and get my life back at long last.
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