All the good things must come to an end,
Just as ephemeral as they come,
Just as they leave.
So out of reach.
One of a kind,
But soon will leave your sight,
Out of sight, Out of mind.
And with that the memory will vanish too,
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
