Our love is transient,
Our love is a constraining force,
Held back by ubiquitous lies told and retold.
But maybe we could start again, a fresh start.
Like a sunflower in bloom, we can be bright again.
We can be like the skies at sunset, beautiful, warm.
We can be like the earth after it rains, refreshing.
Only issue is you have no time for this. You do not believe in “love”, you do not believe in “us”.
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