That Let Slip Love

You slipped through my fingers,

Opportunities lost,

Just the memory lingers,

Always counting the cost,

Of the bad times encountered,

Stealing memories that fade,

Going uphill but downwards,

Of the memories made,

So, I cry at this spiral,

Going down in my mind,

Thoughts of sadness that rival,

Crossing motorways when blind,

So, despite adoration,

Of the fans, worship me,

My romantic stagnation,

Tears like rivers to sea.

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