love dies.
and when this happens, i move on
and to live
i must look for happiness and whether
there is love or none at all
for me to live and move on, it does not matter
life goes on with its daily quests
it invokes forgetting to lessen its load of pain
when love is dead and buried and mourning reigns
i may be cruel in order to life some more
in a loveless locomotion
you shall be a memory and i shall even decide
to erase the pain that you shall give
as i have loved you
i move on, loveless on a bunch of pleasure
in the dark with other warm bodies
forgive me but life must move on
trying to be painless
now, for now, it shall be pleasure, love is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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