Love Runs Out

Did we spend all our love, making time?

I used all my time running or being thrown away.

And ran out of love

I threw it about to children who caught it and turned away.

Now I close the door.

You hurt me before and again, and again, and again… Does this ever end?

Yes, I say so – It’s time to let go.

I’m done with love.

I need a friend for the journey; but one that won’t hurt me.

Goodbye, my love,

FYIWe were always more than just friends!

Some say I was never born.

  • Yet able to create the storm? The thunder, the rain that washes away pain. Now, come on – think, think, think!

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