Love is Dead

In verse

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We kissed and we cuddled,
exploring teen curves
in wild sensual tango, with
pretty little hickeys to prove.

And when she dressed in white
and “I do” fell from her lips,
thunder clapped in bewilderment
in my now darkened world.

This is how I know,
through every shattered piece
and heart’s whispers of “never again”,
that love is dead.

© Ngang God'swill N. 2020