No more words. You’re right, it’s enough
Of mussy clusters of meaningless phrases.
All thoughts are chilled and are wrapped in pain.
It’s not an interesting story for us.
Colors have faded, cleaned out with time.
The beauty’s become decrepit in whole.
The past has been a depressing burthen.
An emptiness’s hanged over us in full.
There’re no more words.
Feelings are rootless.
We’re free of each other.
Our love is bootless.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
No more words. You’re right, it’s enough
Of mussy clusters of meaningless phrases.
All thoughts are chilled and are wrapped in pain.
It’s not an interesting story for us.
Colors have faded, cleaned out with time.
The beauty’s become decrepit in whole.
The past has been a depressing burthen.
An emptiness’s hanged over us in full.
There’re no more words.
Feelings are rootless.
We’re free of each other.
Our love is bootless.
It's the story about the end of love.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
