residue

I feel the love you had for me
Trickling
Flowing
Shriveling
It is no longer there
It is no longer alive
It is no longer existing.
It is nothing but a residue
of the love
you used to feel for me
of the love
I used to feel for you

Nothing remains
Nothing
not even a residue.

* a poem I made in 60 seconds from www.oneword.com

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Hi! Let's all try to add more positivity in this world and adhere to the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep silent."

Showering you with unicorn poop so you'd always stay magical! Heart heart!