Ghost of What Remains
Love is like a dove released to the air
but you can't make it return to ,
you can't make it care
when love becomes distant and shallow over the years
i't tramples your self worth
but you are unable to cry,because you've used up all your tears
All shall pass,time wisely explains
yes, my love for his is gone
And what I have left, is only the ghost of what remains
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