I'm done with the butterflies.
I'm now on the free fall.
I've dried my teary eyes.
You'll be gone at all.
Next time I'll be wise.
When love takes its toll.
I will learn to move on.
I can even forget you.
Our love is already done.
I'll get with you through.
Yes, you will be gone.
And your memories, too.
June18
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