Our Story
Our story is no longer enjoyable,
from the beginning we walk into tears
day to night, I still feel hopeless,
night to morning I no longer have sweet
dreams,
The bitter coffee from breakfast has
never become sweet like the wine we
drank during the late nights, where you
draw and I colour above the darkness
Your voice still sounds like a song that
I will replay again and again while I weep,
I miss your scent that helps me
to stand in the middle of the flames
'I love you' is the only words I live for,
especially if you say it to me with a smile.
Hug me now so I can no longer remember
all the sleepless nights I spent on my own
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