Warm touch slides ,
From the top of my head ,
To the side of my cheek .
The little tears ,
Wet the end of your thumb .You whisper to me stop .
And smile .
Before you walk away ,
Bringing along our memories ,
And leaving me alone ,
In the field of flowers .The views are mesmerizing ,
And the air around me are refreshing ,
That make me to never think once ,
That you were suffering .You were drowning in a play-pretend
And you tried to think of a way out
But there were me ,
And I was the thing
That suffocated your heart .
Which drained all of your emotions .I am sorry for never realizing,
Still, I am hoping for another ,
Another seconds
or maybe a day
Or perhaps another chance
To fix this .But I know better myself ,
That this won't be the same
With your changing heart
And my desperate desires .I look far through the flowers
Before looking down
Finding a withered petal
Falling slowly
From the dying flower .I sigh and leave .
There is nothing for me left
Except the memories
Of you leaving me .

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