I'm sorry if I'm dead. I'm sorry if I'm not living. I don't cry, not much, but my eyes go stale. The shine is lost and you are gone but these memories never fade. Words and this world flay. Your ghost hunts and slays. I don't know why, but this world seems gray. With colors, I sit and paint.
Drowning dusk, every stroke is about you. The colors are sober but are enraged without you. I painted the universe, but it was all about you. Those fiery eyes, the rainbow shreds, and everything leaves with your lies.
Out in the sun, I met someone else. Felt like believing, I felt I was living. She had those feint stares and that crimson hair. I think it was a dream and nothing was true. Her face was glazed with a creamy white hue. I looked into her eyes, and I never knew. In everything, I can always find you. Why is it so? You are there in everything I knew. Even though you're gone, why do I still love you?
Lost In Me
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