Jawa.
I cry every single time I listen to the songs from back when we were young and compassionate
that counts for something doesn't it?
it shows me that im not really who i pretend to be
it shows me i can still love when i gave up on everything
it shows me i still have a bit of you left
they make me feel alive, the songs
so when your gone, i just replay them to keep my heartbeat going
it says so much.
after everything, after stone barriers and blank expressions
after days of fake identities and hollow conversations with strangers
it reminds me that you are still around
thats my secret, how i survive every single day
with memories and nostalgia of how endeared we were and still are.
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Hues of Heartbreak ➳ [Poetry]
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