Saturday, April 8, 2017

It spells the end of everything.
With a tinge of regret,
U will remain a fond memory
And nothing else
Like dust in the wind.
All the time spent
Under the sun
Was only fool's gold
I meant nothing to you
And you nothing to me.
Would I change my mind again
Tomorrow?
I have changed it too many times.
This time,
It shall remain
Chained
Locked
For eternity.

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