There is no love where we try to find it My voice has grown hoarse just because of this course we have taken When will the skies ever admit that you are going away forever? All you ever were and you ever are is an illusion You will pass just like when I asked "Will you stay?" I am forgetting the days we thought of us with an irreplaceable value when my heart would flutter and my eyes would squeeze out fresh juices of sparkle once we touched gazes Ah! Such endeavors lead to errors ones we have not dreamed or thought of yet ones you never seem to realize ones you never seem to actualize with to try and at least warn me of?
Maybe you do not mind losing me at all.
Yet where our tiny pieces of happiness lie, there is a draining void---a blacking seeping through ******* in every source of hope or trust in what has happened being eaten by the truth of change and nature
I should never expect shant I ever have, I should not