..And I will build that of a paradise as far away, but as bittersweet and unforgettable as your voice. For the broken promises and taste of your ghostly embrace that slowly turned estranged and bitter, haunts me as much as the chains of our bond did.
The thought of our hands grasping further ropes, the thought of our eyes in different looking glasses, the thought of our hearts beating separately. Maybe it was for the better. But every time I hear my heart beat knowing its blood pumps for only myself, I feel myself crumble a little more. For eventually we'd have to build our own statues, in our own garden.
Oh how I used to hang proud pieces of you in my museum, through the sweet poems I tried to gift you. Now it's empty. And I don't know what to do anymore.
- I'm sorry.
- The only words I used to know, but can no longer use.
- As they were dipped in self-blame and cowardice.
- Now it means nothing.
I watched my dreams and thought they would come true.
I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, so scared, so scared, so scared, so scared.
Don't come any closer—Just keep repeating the words that you used to greet me.
It's cold, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold, It's cold, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold, it's cold, so cold, so cold, so cold, so cold.
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The first half is a thing about Lucy. Actually, I turned the first paragraph into a poem. The last part are just lyrics from a song called "Girl A", hence the name. I remember writing this in the morning on the bus going to school.
