your love, our love doesn't compare to theirs. theirs sync as soon as they reach home, with four bars standing straight, connected. ours, hardly visible, roaming around the place to find that stability, picking at different peeves that leaves on one standing. your voice never fully fled through, only cracks and buzzes and pauses.
our love song was never the same as it used to be. our song is like a broken lullaby sung on record, over and over again. your voice still trembles in through the night, they feed my thoughts. but it doesn't sing, not like it used to before.
you don't touch me like before, goosebumps don't freckled along my skin. you don't kiss me like before, cheeks aren't soft. your voice isn't even heard now.
overshadowed by my thoughts, but they are lonely, yet i don't hear you.
i hope i'm not alone feeling this, i hope there's a cure. because to be left here with the same love song, knowing things will never changed.
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Romanceyeah maybe i am sinking. so why are you standing there watching me fall.
