Love me,...not too much. Show me,...not too much affection,
the book of love hurts too much,so please,don't even try to make a connection.
I'm damaged goods now,from love I humbly forsake,
i'll never read that book again,for the ending is just too hard to take.
A lifetime of love,equals a lifetime of memories produced,
in the time of painful goodbyes you may feel they're all you have left to lose.
So I guess I'm a loner now,forever and always to be,
only after I die and my spirit lives on will I graciously set my heart free.
I never asked for these feelings,but they're mine,they're real,and they're true,
i'll never forget my last love,I know,that you know it's you.
Written by;W.J.Gerhardtπ
- Author: W.J.G.π (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 28th, 2021 08:42
- Category: Unclassified
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