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Temperament

I have not loved you for many years
I forgot about you after you caused all my tears
Yet music has a way of dredging you up
It's like a nail to the soul when the lyrics begin
To pull at the deadened heart
If only we could properly remember to forget
Yet you are stored deep within
To mess with my mind and my temperament
It has taken years to get over it
Yet still I silently lament
The loss of you caused a hole
Made me feel heartbreak
You never did show any regret
Shame on you for your lack of respect.
Copyright © 2017 MKAC Nevin-CrooksLove Life Poetry21st July 2017

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