The Lover

There was a lady with an umbrella

She was beautiful, she was stellar

She smiled like an angel and danced like the devil

And I watched her, I love her still


She left a mark on me, an impression of sorts

Her witty remarks I could not retort

She was my light and darkness, my whole world

The thought she would leave me, was always absurd


But she did, and she left

And there was a gaping hole in my chest

And I cried, could not deny

That I remembered those times


She left a mark, a red scar

She left there, on my heart

So I would know, know it always

That sometimes we have to part ways



The Icognito Writer: Impression

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