Loving you is like having a pocket full of fool’s Gold
There is no value in it
You have become my greatest sin
Love should be given with the sense of urgency
As if tomorrow is never coming
Like this very moment is the end of forever
Love enemies is what we have grown into
I realize now that it is time for me to let go; let love die
If I hold on now I would be throwing my life away
So, I mourn the ending, the loss of what I thought we were
Placing memories in a box to the left
Shutting the door on us
Walking away with no regrets
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STACEY PATTERSON
Writer, poet who wants to share what bleeds out of my soul onto paper.
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