I'm sitting alone and wondering why,
I met you and you became my life.
When you had to scratch yourself away,
Why did you bring those colourful days?
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Love is like fire, lorn-love is like smouldering embers And the pain will take a longer time to become ashes! ! ! A good poem! ! ! !