Apart of me
Are the pieces of you,
The beautiful nothing:
Things I can't compute.
Isolated fractals-
Our memories turn grey
Both due to absence,
One dead, one defray
Now you are gone
I don't think I can carry on,
Forever.
In our separate graves,
Let's be alone, together.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
Apart of me
Are the pieces of you,
The beautiful nothing:
Things I can't compute.
Isolated fractals-
Our memories turn grey
Both due to absence,
One dead, one defray
Now you are gone
I don't think I can carry on,
Forever.
In our separate graves,
Let's be alone, together.
There's no use crying over spilt milk, but I liked the calcium
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