Two weeks of pure bliss are left upon your silent lips;
A beautiful taste of what I had missed,
Gone now into a life of what I will have to miss;
Eternal damnation is contemplating on what ifs.
They say true love does not leave its home,
You're gone again and I'm left alone.
Our love story hurts much like a broken bone;
With the chance, I may never heal in full.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
Two weeks of pure bliss are left upon your silent lips;
A beautiful taste of what I had missed,
Gone now into a life of what I will have to miss;
Eternal damnation is contemplating on what ifs.
They say true love does not leave its home,
You're gone again and I'm left alone.
Our love story hurts much like a broken bone;
With the chance, I may never heal in full.
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