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I’m dressed in
Satin and tulle and
You’re wearing thoughts of her
Like it’s your favourite cologne
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The world is ending
All over again but this time
I know it will start anew tomorrow
I also know that world
Will be absent of you
But not memories
Of your voice
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This apocalypse
Has no fireworks
No ash covered ground
Just you and her and
The distance between
Your hand and my heart
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You’re dressed in a tie
And I’m wearing a
Crushed heart on my sleeve
It’s the only reminder that
Your hand once held it
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Comments (2)
If ever it even once did.
Raw and heartfelt. Love it.