maandag 14 december 2015

The end of the year


Dear,

Hope you haven't forgot. My name, my face.
regretts, you have a few. Don't let me be one of them.
Just, let me be a statue in the corner of your mind, somewere still.
Won't be a burden, just a dying love. Promise.

Tonight sky will burn they say, stars falling
brighter then your lovers eyes. Watch and i'll pretend to be asleep,
so you won't have to think of me.

It is true, I am the hollow one
at least then you can say

I really wasn't yours to save

...

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