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Love and Bitter Endings

All things come to end, this I know,

They break and brittle, after they grow,

Past is gone, but never forgotten,

Of things learned, of the love now broken

Where I stand

Confused to know where I stand,

To have a chance and hold you hand,

In this quiet corner I crouch, I stay,

Then closed my eyes to wish and pray

write me a poem about sandcastles?

A castle is made from the sands you gave,

In a snap it crumbles from a touch of a wave,

A lot like love, where all efforts are given,

A lot like love, just a snap, its broken.. ;)