Loveis one FINAL stage of humanity.
Of two,
Death is the other.
Still I remember
How did I lay my heart ever
believe in one who gave me none
And so many moments gone
With love that was so wrong
I can’t forget the way it used to be
And how you changed the taste of love for me..
To put our feeling into words
-and to later read our own words-
is a healing experience.
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