Erin McElderry (August 22,1997 / Des Moines, Iowa)
The Loss of a Love, But You've Not Demised
The alternate path is no more.
What have I to lose?
To move on is to forget to process,
To speak not of my rues.
I thought that love was happiness,
It turns out I was not wrong,
But a day spent as a regular being
Has taught me after this long:
I cannot be a perfect one,
And so I am in need
Of someone to assist my heart
And I'd return the deed,
But I am not looking for that person,
For I know who it is I desire
I pray that they'll come back to me,
And reignite this dying fire
I try to close my eyes, but I think it'd be better to open them first.
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