Do you still think about me? I wonder if your hands tremble, As you rest them on the arm chair, In the same hall, you made the divine promises over there.
I have written you letters before, But do you ever read them again? Do you not remember your words, Said to me that night, A day before our fight.
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Didn't your voice shake? Before you landed us here. Not a secure, but a crash landing so sheer, Morphed by your own insecurities, Drenched in fear.
Is it so difficult? Can't we make it out of this mess? It is all broken, there remain our memories, But none of us are here to stay, You need space and I move away.
