Friday 11 March 2016

loving you

was like loving with all of my tears

for even though you are no longer here

loving you

is what gets me through year by year

loving you

was perhaps the only feeling i cant explain

for its this warmth, so icy cold and sharp

perhaps i am no longer sane

therefore loving you

is loving the dead

for i have to remember youre far gone

and im still here instead



-3am

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