The Lost Love
She was my love,
My heart, my rib
But i lost her.
Every morning i cry for her,
And everyday
I get a sleepless night.
Where you see her,
You just inform her
That i miss her smiles.
Really she left me in pain.
I will cry for her,
till i will die.
Copyright © Sekitto Kisakye | Year Posted 2009
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