I'm tired of our aging love
it's dry and stale
like a loaf of bread
withering away with the wind
seeing your face wash away with the rain
the rain that is my tears
the cloud that is my dreams
they've all sunk into nothing
like our old love
that keeps us apart
I'm tired of our love
burnt at the edges
frozen at its core
i wish i still loved you
if i can even remember love
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What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
