I stared at the roses he gave me
Withered and dead.
His memory still haunts my mind
When he drifted away, a piece of me died.
He is tired, I knew it
All the suffering he endured
Up and downs in the machine, gone
And the owner of its heartbeat was done.
Done with the suffering and pain
My joy, my life, is in drain
He is the reason I live for
Now he's gone, how am i going to so?
I only want to be with him
To feel his touch and warmth in me
Sometimes, I just want to live in my dream
Desiring to end this harsh reality.
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Summertime Sadness
PoetryWhen I was young, I always wanted to write poems. Opposite the glowing light of the sun at a beautiful summer, my life is in a cold and gloomy winter. My sun had died, all my warmth gone. //Lana Del Rey inspired poems.//
