loved and lost

lonely in a crowd
lonely on the street
lonely without you
holding onto me

wishing you’d come back
wishing you could see
wishing you would realize
you didn’t set me free

trying to move on
trying to forget
trying to find new love
that won’t end in regret


Ps. This is dedicated to those asking, “IS it better to have loved and lost...?”

Pps. If you haven't gone to see Silver Linings Playbook, go see it. Beautifully realistic.