Everything becomes grey,
while I wait and wonder,
when I'll ever see you again.
When will I?
When will the Daisies you left behind come back to life ?
When will everything stop being colorless?
When will you come back ?
I'm waiting for the sky to stop looking as grey as the color of the clouds when it starts to rain.
- you
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Split
PoetryA love so pure you are committed guilty. A love so sweet you are left tasteless. They were the heart in your body and when they left, you got split in two. It's okay. It's okay to feel loss, to feel pain, to feel broken, because we are gonna heal...
