a love not returned

you said that you missed me and then you were gone
what was it you missed before you moved on
lets not talk anymore when you left me for dead
i will remember you though, that's what you said
remember what, the look on my face
when you left me alone, vanished, no trace
i'll remember you to, i hope that you see
for clearly you meant a great deal more to me
all my love to you i freely gave
mind, body, soul to you enslaved
at least one thing from you i learned
the worst kind of love is a love not returned

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