Moving Far From Where You Left

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Two winters will pass
and you will remember how we thought ours would last
You will look for my red dark lipstick in your drawer
but all you can find is an empty cover
The petals from your vase in the room will fall
and loneliness will kiss your soul
Regrets will strip you til you're true
Your rainbows will be blue
The cigarette between your fingers will be ashes and dust
By the moment, you will look for me
I am sorry, honey, but I ain't staying in the same place where you left me- not anymore.

𝑨 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 [ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ]Where stories live. Discover now