I seem to spend small eternities staring out of the window. I don't know why. Are roses dancing in the rain supposed to bring you back?
Are trees swaying in the breeze supposed to make me forget?
Because I don't want to.
You waited five years for me to say that I love you and I wait a month and it's tearing me apart.
I love you and I can die alone and no one will ever know that I do.
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A Lack of Understanding
Random'In 50 or 60 She'll leave me completely And one of us will coldly hold the others hand No metaphor for this that I can understand ... We'll be waiting in the shadows in the dead of night ... "Remember me daily." And all that will remain of us is pho...
