Sad But True Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Sad but true

Sometimes love dies. Wiser to part
than to prolong the agony.
Better consign to history
the days when we could speak heart to heart.
Sometimes love dies.

Though we were happy at the start.
The passing years drove us apart.
The hurt we feel will always smart.
Sometimes love dies.

When did we start to drift apart.
Togetherness no longer part
of who we are or want to be.
it must remain a mystery.
Which is impossible to chart.
Sometimes love dies.

31/10/2009
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