her eyes are like diamond,
they're blue and shining,
she's something,
something you can't get enough of.
you're standing there,
thinking about her,
thinking about how magnificent is she
thinking about you and her.
but it wasn't real,
what you had, what you shared,
it wasn't real,
she wasn't real.
your heart is like wildfire,
it can't be controlled,
it breaks into pieces,
when you knew she wasn't real.
you fell into the depression,
only sorrow accompanied you,
day and night there's nothing else,
only the fact that she wasn't real.
maybe she's like ruby sparks,
maybe she isn't,
maybe she was special,
but you've to let go.
memories shouldn't be reminisced,
memories should be treasured,
or else you'll be drowned,
of things that you reminisced.
move on.
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