Ceiling

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Every day a different state,
Laying on my bed at night,
Everything here is screaming on memories.
The ones which you started,
The ones whom you stored,
The ones you made special,
Funny to how it is,
You are the one to end them all.

These walls are calling for you,
Even my ceiling somehow shows you,
The first thought in the morning,
The last at night,
Even my dreams can't forget you,
See how you left me to die with hurt and love.
This was not a mistake,
The power was,
You made me feel like myself again.

There are cracks around,
Somehow they are everywhere,
Even the ones you didn't touch,
They are dying of starvation.
The only thing I wanted was to stay in your warmth,
Didn't know you had a frozen part of your heart.
I can try,
But I know I won't hate you.
Hate is a strong word,
I still cry when no one's around.

Heard the stories of love,
Fix you,
Hold you,
Know you,
Didn't they know?
The real love,
Breaks you,
Hurts you,
But somehow still make you feel in love.

The story of my life,
Every day is cursing me alive,
But there is no way to escape,
Tonight my ceilings are enough,
To somehow remind me of you.

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