It was perfect
Everything is perfect
There is you
And there is me
They say that
It was you and me against the world
They all say it was dreamy and fantastic
Like a miracle from above
There was nothing wrong
And everything was definitely right
And we both swear that it was you and me
Until the very end
But how does the you and me against the world
Turn into me and you against each other
And the dreamy and fantastic us
Turn into worst and painful one
The miracle suddenly turn into nightmare from hell
And Everything seems so wrong
And I'm sure that everything was already wrong
And the perfect us
Was already gone

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Colors of pain
PoetryPain is like happiness it's colorful and full of stories to tell