Days and days
Of weeks and weeks of
Months and months.
I feel empty and open....
For vulnerability of course.
We loved each other and you loved me more....
On the fourth month it seemed our love was dying.
The fourth month I say....
Killed us in the name of me.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
Days and days
Of weeks and weeks of
Months and months.
I feel empty and open....
For vulnerability of course.
We loved each other and you loved me more....
On the fourth month it seemed our love was dying.
The fourth month I say....
Killed us in the name of me.
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