Her Eyes,
They Reek
Of Pain.
Memories,
They Are
Troublesome.
She Lies,
Awake.
In
A Cold
And
Empty
Bed.
Trust,
Gone Wrong.
Promises,
Abandoned
Just,
Like Her.
Heart Aches,
In
Her Playlist
And,
On
The
Big Screen.
But,
I
Listen
To Her
Favorite Song,
On Repeat.
She,
Isolates.
Miles,
And
Miles
Away.
On a Sunday
Midnight,
When, Again
She
Starts to
Dream of
You
With,
The Other Woman.
Then,
She
And her
Insomnia
Are an,
Endless
Love Affair.
YOU ARE READING
Mirage.
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