And as time flew,
Our story lingers on.
I was into you.
You were into me.
I flew away and then you did.
And as I still speak to you from far.
You are still here.
and yet your love is gone.
And what is left,
the idea of what was.
Often, I forget we are done.
Since I still find myself answering to your call.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
And as time flew,
Our story lingers on.
I was into you.
You were into me.
I flew away and then you did.
And as I still speak to you from far.
You are still here.
and yet your love is gone.
And what is left,
the idea of what was.
Often, I forget we are done.
Since I still find myself answering to your call.
I will never be able to speak to you of love again.
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