When will I see you next
In my dreams or on their neck
You pass me by and I swear
You're leaving notes in my ear.
You know my glass by a simple stain
Yet you only look when I'm away
Now all that's left is our skeletons pale.
You're not mine and that's the end
To our short and distant tale.
-Keeva.x
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songs from the dark
Poetrypoems or songs that we write in the cover of dark, or the covers of our bed. © 2015 - 2016 uta-kaneki
