Time and time again,
I have paired words,
formulating sentences,
all in the name of love.
As I venture down,
my memory lane,
all that I can see,
is a desperation.
Too many lies told,
written creatively,
with a yearning,
all in the name of love.
Upon reflection,
it is clearly visible,
each word written,
was out of hope.
Yet, I still hope,
that recent words,
will be my last,
all in the name of love.
Forget the past,
my present awaits,
my future bright,
and my heart full.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
Time and time again,
I have paired words,
formulating sentences,
all in the name of love.
As I venture down,
my memory lane,
all that I can see,
is a desperation.
Too many lies told,
written creatively,
with a yearning,
all in the name of love.
Upon reflection,
it is clearly visible,
each word written,
was out of hope.
Yet, I still hope,
that recent words,
will be my last,
all in the name of love.
Forget the past,
my present awaits,
my future bright,
and my heart full.
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