By: Chriselle Correia 17 August 201522 November 2015 Honesty Hour, Writing & ExpressionEmotions, Poetry, Writing Wasted Love The winds of change had a way of stealing her glow The sound of silence crept in and took over her soul She looked around All that she was left with was her wasted love Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
