Death Of Love
A desperate piece about love, poem...3

We’ve had our problems, but also our fun. I’d often think that you were the one.
I’ve said my piece, you know how I feel. Feelings are still there, and things are surreal.
I wish that you would contemplate, another try to make things great.
I wish that you would let go and soften, cause love like this doesn’t happen very often.
Whatever you choose, I will have to take. But, the memories of us will be hard to break.
peace,






