Sometimes love doesn't end, It just extinguishes from so much sorrow in the heart,
Though it may still be there,
Hidden in the memories of what once was,
Or beneath the rubble of heartbreak,
Of disinterest,
Of so many excuses,
From the lack of time,
Of the crumbs,
Of the pain,
From the outskirts,
Of so many years of absences,
With so much doubt,
Of so many disappointments,
From so much despair...
Love maybe and just maybe,
You find yourself waiting for that love to come back,
That ever was his motive and his reason for being,
But today it seems that there is no more,
And so tired of waiting so much for what never comes,
That today all you want is to rest.
Spring.
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