The picture of you fades, candle lit by the wall. Wondering why I always have to take the hardest of falls. It takes some time, weeks, months, years even. All of sudden I'll imagine a future, of course, without any rhyme or reason. I saw the end for the first time in my life. For the first time, I thought, maybe she'd want to be my wife. I still think about her, I still want that. But how are we supposed to grow if we never even got the chance to chat? I guess once again, you're gone into thin air. My love didn't matter and as always, I'm left in despair.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.
