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I keep a ciggerate in my pocket
Even though I quit a long time ago
It's half smoked
I **** on the filter whenever something happens to get my nerve
It's somewhat like a relic from the past
That haunts me

People say some humans have lifeless eyes
But to me even the dead have a certain light to their eyes
And I think that is the reason we close a dead man's eyes before any ritual
Even when a person is no longer existing in this metaphysical amalgamation of a peice of land we call the earth
Their eyes still seem like they would respond to stimuli
This exact fact haunts me
What if
They
Aren't
Dead
Can I have my go at a goodbye

whenever she sends me a photograph
a simple one with her face
its like I'm on top of the world
just for a second
all of my worries become null
all my problems become not so dull
the world loses its contrast
and everything becomes a shade of pink
just like the blush on her cheeks

she makes me feel
like the moon
like a spoon full of love
and a rune of old memories
like a warm hug
that goes on until the end of time
its only been weeks but her love
its makes me go AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

guys this girl she got me dying
please help
she has wrecked my life
but still
i am still in love with her
am i stupid

watching them go away
not giving a slightest hint of attachment
like we didn't just clicked
like we never became the center of the atom
when i exist as a neutron
and she is the proton

at the end
i could never effect her charge