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Wearing the black dress,I was walking down to you,To ask how I look

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Wearing the black dress,
I was walking down to you,
To ask how I look.
I remember the time you told me,
You look beautiful in every colour love.
The words are pinching,
Its peeling my skin off.
Your smell lingers in my mind,
I have stored all your shirts.
Who would have known this was the last time,
Last time we hug,
Last time we kissed,
Last time to touch,
And the last time I live.
Out of all the colours I wore black today,
I don't want to stand alone on this day.
I know you are here,
Somewhere near.
Then someone says to look at you just this last time,
Oh,
How much it hurts.
The ring you gave still holds the promise of forever,
You broke it,
You are already too far.
The coffins in which you lay,
The tears which I free.
As they bury you inside,
Something is leaving me behind,
My love,
My life,
My purpose,
I didn't even get to say goodbye.

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