Don’t

Don’t talk to me of love
And kisses, don’t presume I know
Nothing of happiness and warm
Cuddles, I do. But they were
Never meant to be, don’t talk
To me of your happy ever after.
I am sad.
For me it was not meant to be.
I had no time to enjoy every smile,
No way of seeing him everyday,
Yet to live without what may have been
Is better than not living
At all.

Don’t talk to me of your luck,
For whilst I may not have it
I have known love.

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