If we never ended today,
we could have tomorrow
Watching our yesterdays,
seeing us now
Says a lot,
that fate isn't playing,
destiny may not be fair
But what's good to see is,
we might have parted,
but with the stems and branches
and twigs on our cutted tree of love
Had true feelings,
though now, a dead log
-isabella
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Poetrythis book is composed of poems written mostly by me // borrowed poems have credits to sources and respectful owners
