Song after song I skip, because it was ours.
But you're not here anymore.
Song after song, breaks my heart alone.
Do they break yours, too?
...
How are you? Are you well?
How's your mother I've never met? Is your father doing alright?
How are your friends? Found someone new? Someone better?
Do you still drink caramel milk tea with only 80% sugar? Do you still drop by at that bakery to get an apple danish?
...
Hey.
I miss you. Bad. Is that bad?
I miss everything about you. Doing things with you. You.
...
After months and weeks, I finally have learned to listen to the songs that used to be ours.
I want to think that they should be mine now, but I can't detach our story in every line.
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[18/03/17]
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Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔
PoetryIt's you. It's always you. But it never should have been. --- [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.] [12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose] [17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]
