I
touch all those things you used to touch so that I can feel me still
thinking about you as you are, somewhere that Time cannot touch,
thinking of me. And I still stare at the brilliant blue sky
remembering all the pictures we took on that day we swore that the
feeling we felt was love, because we swore up and down that the blue
I saw was the exact same blue you saw. Then as time went on the sky
began to fade and the tide began to rise, I guess it wasn't love
after all, because effortlessly you let me drown. Really that was not
love, it was not even lust, but merely...
loneliness...
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