Lost Love

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The cold the dark
it heals her soul
the dark does not judge
the cold is warm
people do not see her
she is beautiful in her own way
loud music, dark makeup
overlooked not good enough
she walks alone
no one cares
he too is alone
loud music dark clothes
he admires her from a far
to him she is perfect
a long walk, one question
now noticed now loved now happy
love a powerful thing
still dark, but happy
in love, forever
till death, which may come sooner than planned