Lost love is a volatile mix of cigarette ash and crocodile tears
A bittersweet drink that makes your head spin
The black shriveled heart of a fool suddenly left without an audience
Deep childhood fears that have never moved from beneath your bed
An ounce of rejection
A quart of strained lies
Betrayal, madness and Sin
A pinch of despair
Mixed with a touch of misery
Nights of ecstasy that end way too soon
Lost love is an empty room filled with ghosts that will not leave
A passion play that you did not truly understand
Until all was over and done as you sit alone
Lost Love is the number 11 minus 10
It is where you began
So naive and innocent not too long ago
Emptiness staring into a shattered mirror
Plus 1.
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