My Love ❤️💖

Saturday, 11 July 2015

The saddest thing in the world is loving someone who USED to love you.

Our love is a secret
Our love is a word
Something so silenced,
yet perfectly heard.
Our love is a whisper,
Our love is a breeze
Something better left unspoken
like the sound of the leaves
on a Dying tree.

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