In this room, we shared our first kiss
In this room, we shared our first cuddles
In this room, we shared our first warmth
In this room, our deepest darkest secrets poured.
Counting days to my next flight now
In this room too, i mourned
In this room too, i suffocated
In this room too, i broke apart
Counting months to my graduation now
In this room again, i woke up
In this room again, i remorsed
In this room again, i broke apart
Counting years to your wedding now
In this room, i will be missing you
In this room, i will be thinking of you
In this room, i will be looking at you
Looking at us, looking at who we were
Who we were, before the storm broke us
The storm which i caused
I caused out of an arbitrary
Today, i go to bed
Tomorrow, i will wake up
Last year, i broke you up
Now, i wake up
With memories of us
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Angsa
RomanceAngsa. Swan in Indonesian. Living its whole life muted, no words, melody, nothing. Just silence. Right before death came for it, It sings. Sings out the most eerie, sad, lonely melody. My feelings to you. It's not much of a difference. I made you lo...
