Love Lost Found, Stay Lost
Sometimes, lost love is best left lost.
Don't care for that lost love found
I lost it then
and I'll lose it again.
There's nothing there for me
but broken hearts, broken promises.
And a bad taste that keeps
souring my soul.
I care
Little for this.
I care
Nothing for this.
I may have fallen once
but I won’t fall for it again.
The pain’s not worth it.
Let it remain
Lost to me
and to her.
We’ve been down that road.
Why go down it again?
We’ve tasted the sweet fruits
but the sweetness is gone.
No more. No more.
Time to move on.
Time to find a taste
that isn’t sour.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
I wrote for college and local newspapers, magazines and the Internet (30 years). I have degree in journalism, masters in special education (and credentials), and certificate in screenwriting. Also, a special ed. teacher (25 years)


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