Distance is what our lives has become . Different paths we now walk from when we where young. No longer are the secrets we use to share .Even the tree of passion has no more fruit to bare. Distance is what some would describe as  thief . For it steals your memories and beliefs.And the promises that were made so colorful at the time has now fade. Until to hearts that was so enter twined is disregarded like a cheap bottle of wine .And all that's left is a distant stair as if I know you face but can't recall where .Yes distance I can honestly say I despise you . For you destroyed the love I once knew .


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