All Good Things Must End

Depressed Poetry

that brief attack on our heart

those few moments of bliss

our joy for just that short time

is at its highest point

a million memories created

a million smiles shared

the void in my heart full

as the feeling of lonelyness vanishes from mind.

All good things must come to an end

nights flooded with tears

hearts ripped to shreds

loneliness returning

love walking away

depression setting in

anger exploding vengefully

and pain comsuming our minds

All good things must come to an end.

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