It hurts, every single day
Knowing I won't hear you laugh as you play with my hair
Knowing I won't hear your childish whines
When I don't keep our fingers intertwined
Arms 'round your neck, arms 'round my waist
The world was our conquest.
I always do ask myself,
Was it all my fault?
How did we fall apart?
Well, for one, when I saw your status:
'Happy Single' ,
followed by a single black heart .
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Musings
PoezjaThese are the 2 A.M. words strung together by an overburdened brain and a hopeless heart. It was meant to be reassuring (in some ways) , to calm the bathetic mind. But it has also been plagued by the otherworldly thoughts. Which, of course, may not...
