Love Runs Out

Did we spend all our love, making time?

I used all my time running or being thrown away.

& love ran dry…

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!

Before love runs out…

For me, the two strongest loves are the love a mother has for her children and the passionate, eternal love one experiences with a soulmate. Those two types o love are worth risking and sacrificing everything.

Amy Jean

I believe there are all kinds of love, and I think that true love endures and conquers all things. Love comes in many different measures and shapes, and love travels various routes. I have a measuring cup filled to the top for each of my children. Maybe a 1/4 cup of sugar for individuals who step on someone to elevate themselves; after all, everybody deserves a second chance. I have at least two, maybe three full measuring cups for my soulmate. And only a half a cup for someone who stabs me in the back; hey, maybe they had a bad day or just needed to win for once. I get that. But I have feelings and dreams too.

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