Love To Rust
R-emember when our love was shiny and new,
U-nused and fresh, like blossoms in the dew.
S-ome time passes, and we start to deteriorate,
T-hen our love crumbles; now it’s too late.
By: Greg Stanley
Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2011
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