The trees leaves turned yellow and my love for you began to fade.
You never loved me like I loved you.
So maybe it is for the best that this summer romance come to an end.
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Poetry of the soul
PuisiA soul is precious.it speaks a thousand words. Thanks to brooklynthedwarf &sophaloaf_13 for encouraging me to post my poetry and telling me that it is actually worth while.
