a written memoir of how love once lived,
it's funny: it was never alive, to begin with.
it was nothing but merely a suggestion,
implode within the idea of a happy tale.
see, that's the thing.
too much ego,
does not echo,
yet to be let go.
******* it, why can't I let go?
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
a written memoir of how love once lived,
it's funny: it was never alive, to begin with.
it was nothing but merely a suggestion,
implode within the idea of a happy tale.
see, that's the thing.
too much ego,
does not echo,
yet to be let go.
******* it, why can't I let go?
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