Five

 

I knew it,
We will end up to this.
You, drifting far away miles to miles
Falling out of love.
And me,
Fallen deep without assurance.
Funny how we turned into two souls denying each other’s existence,
Killing the love that once was so rich no one seemed to dissolve.
Sad, that yes, we both tried,
But the more we try the more we realize we’re not for each other.

 

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