My love for you is gonna die.
My love for you is gonna die.
Our love was once a colored bird with bright feathers
but now they are gray as you don't wipe the tears from my face.
I thought you'd always be the one
but instead you are the gasoline to my fire and I am already set aflame.
Nothing could've brought me to this conclusion that we would no longer be,
because
I swore you were the only one and you swore it too.
Yet, you are walking away as I call your name.
That when I tried to grab your hand, you yanked it away and yelled in my face.
So yes my love for you is going to fade.
Now I'll drift away and find the one for me.
My love is finally fading.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
