Photo credits – Google

 

Your love,

It lived like a shooting star,

Bright and fast, a dart,

That tore across the scape of my heart,

Till its dash ended in a fiery crash.

Now these eyes cry,

And a shattered soul mourns and sighs,

For the mountain of homeless emotions, embers,

And the memories of great times together,

To be submerged by broken tears.

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