Sonnet 30 (Because I Moved On)

Another sonnet

Flowers die
Loves does also
Withering while you pass by
You feet crunching the snow.



People come and people go
You told me that you’d stay
It didn’t hurt when you left though
It just had to end that way.



Love can vanish sometimes
It’s the way the world works
Shit, I can’t think of any rhymes
Ah well, at least it doesn’t hurt



You say you’re done and gone
That’s good, because I already moved on