I lose more and more of her every day
I fear she is fading away
Far to quickly for us to take
And when she's gone
All the songs will also fade away
For music is what she was
All I could take.
And not to say I don't love her
But to wish goodbye
Upon and unsettling eyes
That find their way
into the blackened light
For I do love her
To much for me tot ale
So now we part
I walk away
To persevere my and what it say
If for her to stay
But she can't so I walk away
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
