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Is this how it ends?
One final stroke of a key
One final note sung
One final message sent
Final page of a book
Without a end

Is this how we end?
Is this how the love dies?
Another day gone
Another hour passed
That can never be recovered

The coveres swallowed
My lifeless body
As seconds passed by

Another day gone
Another life passed
Today was just not a good day
You were a rock I didn't know I had
A ship that kept me afloat in the endless sea
And loosing you hurt like he'll

But the damage that was caused afterwards
The fighting and breaking
Only made the pain of missing you grow more

I miss your wisdom
I miss you taking me to play
I miss just spending time with you

People talk about the both of you
And say how I'm like you two
Business spitfire from hell
But a caring loyal creator

I only knew one of you
But I feel like I know the other pretty well
And seing your names covered in stone that day

Going back to the beginning of my problems
The start or a chain reaction
I relized how much I missed you

And even though I know your the one who saved me
That lonely night in December
I still wish you were here with us

Just so I could get to say goodbye grandma
Machines beep
Her pulse controlled by a pump
Her body still
On the white sheets

She was beaten
Left alone to die
Now just floating between planes
Her eyes closed
Mind broken

She still hears us
But how can she express
How her heart was shattered
Where there was nothing to begin with?
Your words are sweet
The thoughts make my heart race
Your voice still echos in my mind

But yet when I look back
Reread our messages
Guilt sets in

Not because of you
But where the fire once burned
The empty sparks fizzle out

Maybe it's me
Maybe it's you
Maybe we're just not ment to be
Many know me
I'm there at a drop of the hat
Yet
When I need one
There is no one
My phone is silent
And I sit alone
Hoping for something
But nothing will change
And I am forever alone
Overflowing with ideas
too much to keep in my head
procrastinate what I need to do
but the question of "what if"

What if I can write
What if I can draw
What if people actually like it
What if I won't be forgotten

Would this procrastination
be worth it in the end?
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