There isn't any passion left
There isn't any love left for the other to give
What we felt was perfect
It's time for that perfection to end
We had no ending
No good-byes
You and I
For the rest of my life
I'll wonder why
Why did you leave?
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Whispers of Life
Poetry"Unwanted place where special people wants to be there" hurt love comfort every single one of them in one place whispers of life a book where everything is extraordinary Top Rankings 1# predictable 1# chooseyou 13# extraordinary 19# feeling
