I Cry For A Love That’s Dead

I cry for a love that’s dead.

I cry for a love that I’ve tried for a long time to hold on to, the love that kept me captive.

A love that kept me stuck instead of letting me grow.

I cry not because I’m sad; I cry because it’s over.

I cry because at some point it was a love that was worth it, a love that was too strenuous a struggle but one that I chose to suffer in.

I cry for a love that’s dead, something that once was wonderful.

A love now wilting to the ground like a helpless rose on desert sand.

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