Two seats one empty one I sit in.
I know why it is empty.
But as I look at the seat once full
And I think of all I didn’t do.
To make it all right again
That would be my life long pain.
For
I had love and love again
But I do not know what love truly
Means. I doubt I Ever will.
But I know Hate and hate again.
And I know death for I am death.
Love sat by me in the seat but now the seat lies
bear with regret and deceit.
For life is my love and love is my life.
But when life saw me she left.
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