..Loveless
has it come to this? trapped in a loveless lovewhere more time is wasted then spent.
conversation is dry, words arn't cheap.
smiles are rarely see, eye that never meet.
there are no hands left to hold.
Neither can say whats in their thoughts
As the fire dies in her eyes.
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