Sad but true

 

Sad but true

 

Sometimes love dies. Wiser to part

 than to prolong the agony.

Better consign to history

 the days when we could speak heart to heart.

Sometimes love dies.

 

Though we were happy at the start.

The passing years drove us apart.

The hurt we feel will always smart.

Sometimes love dies.

 

When did we start to drift apart.

Togetherness no longer part

 of who we are or want to be.
it must remain a mystery.

Which is impossible to chart.

Sometimes love dies.

 

31/10/2009

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