The hurt in your eyes

Thirteen years
of pain and tears
my love for you
was always true
The things I’ve done
I know not why
I see the hurt
well up in your eyes
When you're not here
a part of my soul does die
Each night in bed
alone I cry
Soulmates once
but now no more
My heart bleeds for you
right to the core
I love you so
and always will
Regret is always
the bitterest pill

Author: Paul

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