What Love

January 28, 2013
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What is love but a four letter word? It goes like the summer into fall. It is but a rose that is picked from the garden. One day it is in full bloom and the next it has wilted. It’s death that kills slowly. I have suffered that death many of times. You will cry at first be enraged second. And thankful that at last the pain is gone but not for long. He'll come back and swear he was wrong and that he can't live without you. But in reality the other girl he chose over you is interested no longer. He'll leave you again but broken this time. But the pain will be worst, so much worst. So don't listen to his lies his promises either. For if you do you'll hear them again but more often. So farewell my love, for this love is over.

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