*Your words are crystal clear
But my loving dear,
This love we share, I seem to fear.
Your words sound so sweet
But the truth is my love,
You were never truly mine.
Our love is like a trapped bird
Dying in its cage.
Longing for that one last taste of freedom.
And now,
Just like every other love story
I must let you go.
Because when we love something too much,
We must set it free.*
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
*Your words are crystal clear
But my loving dear,
This love we share, I seem to fear.
Your words sound so sweet
But the truth is my love,
You were never truly mine.
Our love is like a trapped bird
Dying in its cage.
Longing for that one last taste of freedom.
And now,
Just like every other love story
I must let you go.
Because when we love something too much,
We must set it free.*
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