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What we have is dead
An emotionless attachment
A void of meaningless reasons
A life of broken fragments
Touching you doesn't feel the same
Your touch, It's Cold. Empty.
Your movement no longer sync with mine
We have lost our flow of rhythm
Our hearts no longer beat the same
We have vanished from our own existence
Your hair isint as soft as before
Maybe its due to our distance
You no longer melt under my touch
You no longer smile with glee
Your actions no longer match your words
Maybe this is the truth I finally needed to see
You came all this way it must count for something
But I know its because you think you owe me
Standing by your side through it all
You feel like you had to do this for me
Though I can feel the tension in the air
We aren't the people we use to be
7 months can really change a person
You leaving was what set me free
Now your voice is empty
And so are your words
***Dead end lies
Coated with sugar***
What we have is dead
We are clingying to who we were
What we had, what we did
Even though now its all but a blur
what's dead is meant to be buried
Deep within the ground
Leave it there, locked away
Where it can no longer can be found.
Let's not try and resurrect the dead
Because what's gone is gone
And quite frankly
Its never coming back.
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
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What we have is dead
An emotionless attachment
A void of meaningless reasons
A life of broken fragments
Touching you doesn't feel the same
Your touch, It's Cold. Empty.
Your movement no longer sync with mine
We have lost our flow of rhythm
Our hearts no longer beat the same
We have vanished from our own existence
Your hair isint as soft as before
Maybe its due to our distance
You no longer melt under my touch
You no longer smile with glee
Your actions no longer match your words
Maybe this is the truth I finally needed to see
You came all this way it must count for something
But I know its because you think you owe me
Standing by your side through it all
You feel like you had to do this for me
Though I can feel the tension in the air
We aren't the people we use to be
7 months can really change a person
You leaving was what set me free
Now your voice is empty
And so are your words
***Dead end lies
Coated with sugar***
What we have is dead
We are clingying to who we were
What we had, what we did
Even though now its all but a blur
what's dead is meant to be buried
Deep within the ground
Leave it there, locked away
Where it can no longer can be found.
Let's not try and resurrect the dead
Because what's gone is gone
And quite frankly
Its never coming back.
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