November 21th, don't care about the years no more
isn't it better, to have been, instead of being hated? Sure Love, you remember the whispers. The smile when I saw your lovely face. My cold hands?
Barely touching. Surely love, you must?
For I remember the beating of your heart. Blood pulsating. Alive, I was alive.
Now everything seems gray. Thoughts, so many thoughts. Don't tell me love you have forgotten the color of my soul. No way you can change your mind so bloody fast...
We have the right to be wrong in this life. We are entiteld to.
But really I can't take no more, cannot get over you.
Nevertheless love,
to never see you again?
Feels wrong
...
isn't it better, to have been, instead of being hated? Sure Love, you remember the whispers. The smile when I saw your lovely face. My cold hands?
Barely touching. Surely love, you must?
For I remember the beating of your heart. Blood pulsating. Alive, I was alive.
Now everything seems gray. Thoughts, so many thoughts. Don't tell me love you have forgotten the color of my soul. No way you can change your mind so bloody fast...
We have the right to be wrong in this life. We are entiteld to.
But really I can't take no more, cannot get over you.
Nevertheless love,
to never see you again?
Feels wrong
...
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