When you broke my heart
It turned into dust
See, my love is fire
Yours, just ashes on the dirty ground
Think twice
Before you walk away
It may be easy on you
But where am I to go?
Now I've reached the sky
After all this time I've tried
I found it was only a painting
The clouds, merely plastic bags
So I feel strangely reborn
Like a freshly diseased corpse
I'm not living anymore
Just staying alive
My first mistake was being born
My second was not dying
Would you miss me if I died?
I feel dead already
Do you miss me already?
I am right here!
Yet you are far away
Why?
Author notes
This is my life
What do you think?
Comments
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'freshly diseased corpse'
great imagery -
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Thank you!
That is kinda how apathy feels.
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a plastic sky
*smiles* -
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yeah, that's how it feels
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