All this love struck stuff
Is over.
All the glory days
Are over.
Weak kneed from love,
I 'm now weak kneed in pain.
Thinking of futures,
I now dwell in the past.
Sorry
Just writing
To easy the pain
I prefer love poems...
Or this version
All this love struck stuff,
Is over.
All the glory days,
Are over.
Weak kneed from love,
All over.
Now weak kneed in pain.
Thinking of futures,
Now gone
Now dwell in the past...
Just writing
To easy the pain
I prefer love poems...
Your poem shows that love truimphs!