As you head down bemersyde, Eden rise side, onto Clyde, at the top of that hill before the petrol station, do you ever look at the sunset there?
And stop and stare, like it’s my posted photo hanging there?
I caught it on my phone to show you, so in each post I make, you’d know I was talking Love to you
But my post says this sentence is a lie, as love’s real expression, lies only in your reply
If you could look at me, or say something, or…
A sunsets for nothing, and the sky will topple into bits, a symbol of love with no value
The world without you
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