Say Your Goodbyes
A limerick about forgotten love
Many years ago the love of my life walked out of my front door,
I must say I have never felt more alone and ignored.
I can feel the invisible red soulmate string trying to tug us together again.
The sound of your lovely voice is forever stuck inside my broken membrane.
We have the weirdest kind of love story, like one that people tell in folklore.
Chloe Rose Violet
Read one of my favourite poems below. :)
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