February

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Silent for what seems like years

The sky has lost its colour

The nights are lonely and cold

The spot where you used to sleep is untouched

No warmth

No love

The nights are hazy

Forgotten past

A falling future, crumbling fast

I'm dyeing fast

To fast

Didn't you say we'd be young forever

That night underneath the summer sky

The stars were bright

You wished upon a star

Said we'd be forever

I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora