Autumn Leaf
Time heals.
Time kills.
It heals our hearts from the disease called love.
It kills the crazy stuff inside of us called love.
Time wins.
Love is nothing but an autumn leaf.
It is a pain
Which is always in vain.
I hate the verb “to miss”.
Love is not a kind of bliss.
Love is nothing but an autumn leaf.
And this autumn leaf is me.
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