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While It Lasted
While It Lasted Sharon Maria Moemise It was just a call for attention That continued for years by extension The most of what was companionship The rest got lost, I guess we let it slip. Complacency replaced all traces of romance Regard for one's feelings turned to ignorance It was over almost as soon as it started That'sprobably why I'm not broken-hearted Love? We both searched and found nothing Neither were willing to give it their everything Not when his heart belonged to one I can't fight Somewhere out there, I might still find my knight I used to feel so lonely when we were apart Then it became lonelier as I gave him my heart My cries and laments for attention fell on deaf ears Alas! I have to stop, 'ere I drown in my tears Do I continue in my quest for elusive love Or just fly away like a frightened, stricken dove? I have one heart that can't keep getting trampled on So, finally, I think it's time to pack up and be gone. Time, he says, is something he doesn'thave for sweet little nothings and all that jazz He will be too busy to spend another moment of listening or hearing my hearts torment I learnt to follow his art against my better judgment My interest and faith were put down as amusement I watched sports cos I wanted him to be impressed But I realized afterwards, I was just another self oppressed.
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