Friday, 17 October 2025

Alive

I loved you 

Once. 

And that will never die. 

It will live within me

Somewhere.

And one day when I'm sitting alone in an empty train 

You'll cross my mind. 

I'll think of our love

And how special it was.

So does love die?

No. 

To avoid the pain 

We hide it

Until it creeps into our mind

Sneakily

Teasingly

Reminding us of something special 

With someone special.

1 comment:

  1. "So does love die?

    No.

    To avoid the pain

    We hide it

    Until it creeps into our mind

    Sneakily"

    sums it up nicely!

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