We were never good at goodbyes,
Each moment harder than the time gone before,
Two souls that have became one,
Once again begin to torn apart.
The absence of you is the absence of me,
I put my armor back on,
I tried to be strong and carry on.
The tears gathering in your eyes,
They reflect the hurt in my heart.
But in the moment you leave,
you will never quiet know the pain of being left.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
We were never good at goodbyes,
Each moment harder than the time gone before,
Two souls that have became one,
Once again begin to torn apart.
The absence of you is the absence of me,
I put my armor back on,
I tried to be strong and carry on.
The tears gathering in your eyes,
They reflect the hurt in my heart.
But in the moment you leave,
you will never quiet know the pain of being left.
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