Let our end
not be the end
of our love
that was once
as vividly colorful
as a garden
of hope and dreams.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
117. our love doesn't end
Let our end
not be the end
of our love
that was once
as vividly colorful
as a garden
of hope and dreams.
