The words are there
But, they only mean so much
They do not say how we feel
Nor, do they keep us in touch
Moments will go away
The scenery then drifts apart
All that will remain
Are pieces of two broken hearts
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Author:
The Brooklyn Six Project™ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2018 22:29
- Category: Nature
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