By Kissed for the first time ever so quietly,
he silently whispered “welcome home”
On the way, there lies my memories
brushes and tattoos of his words
echoing and screaming
telling every time
“I am not yours, I am long gone”
Your eyes were not beautiful,
but was my home
where I could dive and swim straight to your heart,
the depth of an ocean for me.
You no longer ‘be holding my hand
you no carcass my lips and I no longer quiver to the soft touch of your palms
No fights, no talks, no drives
Caus I didn’t find the words “I love you”
hidden in grey skies anymore.
Love heals, doesn’t it?
but why so pain,
It hurts like hell
is it only me or there’s someone next to tell?
I am not a worrier but there’s more to tell
if there’s next life maybe it would be you
I would choose every morning, day, and night
but this time maybe there’s our separate ways
where we won’t be together but still alive
leaving immense love, whatever but it’s hard to tell.
The birds may not humm for us anymore but that’s okay
I am happy, it would be her.
Your beautiful girl, your soulmate
holding your hands, diving in your eyes
Kissing and quivering
Walking on a street
with all the happiness
and making you the happiest.
Till then, goodbye my lover, my friend.
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