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The Real You Would Have Been

The real you would have been

The true love. The one. The only one. You were chosen
But where is your heart? Hmm. My one is flaming in you
Burning in you, oh my wished love, my only hoped love

Yes. I needed you. Many times I waited for you. Go there
Go to the station. Platform one to four. Watford Junction
Do you remember the time of departure? You remember

Someone is sitting on a bench there. Trains come, gone
Yeah. Full of people. Without love. Empty all the carriages
Missing something from there. A par. Our love. Our kind

Hmm. But we haven’t kind or kinds. Just my dream of life
Your dream killed my life. All my hope, desire, and our lives
Hmm. Later. Later, you will understand my love and desire

I needed to give you all the love of my life. You were desired
Hmm. But this is past. I am sitting on the bench. My laptop on
Just writing and writing. All the love poems to your post box

Your bin is full of my letters. I know. I am a deleted hoped love
Hmm. You like to delete the hoped love. Hmm. I am a victim too
Serial killer woman! Why did you create emptiness in my passion?

I loved you. I needed you. Vilmos. Your love. The only God’s chosen
We were created for us. Our home is empty. Our heart is windy, cold
I am far, you live in the sky. Hmm. Falling star meets me. Again our love

I understand you
Clear that

I lost you 
I lost your life
I lost your love

Please
Don’t kill more
Poor lives

Bye

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