Love has come and gone
The trust is fleeting
Like blossoms
On a tree
How can I tell witch is
Loving fact
Or hurtful lie
When you betray
Our love
I am like seasons
I come in phases
And I know that I will find
Another in the spring
Sorry.
Most
move
on.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
Love has come and gone
The trust is fleeting
Like blossoms
On a tree
How can I tell witch is
Loving fact
Or hurtful lie
When you betray
Our love
I am like seasons
I come in phases
And I know that I will find
Another in the spring
Sorry.
Most
move
on.
