Lost love
How easily I have fallen out of love
After writing sensational poems that bled from my ever-beating heart
My words once felt immortal
I no longer breath in the same rhythmic beats that left me gasping for more The past has been left for the presents defeat and sorrow
What was once my soul purpose is now merely in the scraps of my memory.
Your gentle touch is now nothing but a ghostly reminder, a graze of the wind
A tickle of the grass that reminds me that life is always moving
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