Monday 15 August 2022

Dead flowers tell tales

War never changes 
yet nothing of value is lost
In the intentions of love
truth is rarely found

My love is like a raging war
Your thoughts are my enemy
I wish to be loved just a little
But you only make me bleed

I run like a mad dog
Into the memories of you
I fall in love all over again
The only fool is me

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