Counterfeit

Why was she so easy to cast aside?
All she ever wanted was for real love to abide.
When you are made of love it sustains you.
There is nothing else on earth that will ever do.

When there is no love to be received,
Hearts like hers cease to believe.
It's being dead while your heart still beats,
Being cold inside despite external heat.

Bedding someone for just one night,
Pretending love that's gone with morning light.
Finding a worse pain than previously felt,
Nobody guessing the grief she's being dealt.

When they take her bed and she lies prone,
Inside her heart, she knows she's still alone.
There isn't a day when she doesn't hurt inside.....
As she lays waiting....
For real love to abide.

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