Are you telling me you’re with someone else now? If you say so i’ll give up, bow out,
But it has to come from your lips only (A few hours pass, and someone asks, are
You suicidal raelene? Naah, just dazed) I couldn’t do that to you. People fall in love again.
It happens, G, and you’re not to blame. I just wish i could have felt you next to me, close
By, if only once again, i say your real name, and Always. Never had any other plans
And now, one foot in front of the other same as usual, but Life without Love ’tis but
Cursed, grows upward from ruin, alone on its own crusade to reach Heaven. Still
Poetry’s broken wings, perhaps can find reason, in hope you could love me again, and
My love springs to the hope that we both, in the end, could inspire Heaven to descend
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