Here I am in my bedroom,
Calloused fingertips on guitar strings
Now that I found out who you are,
Since our friendship's very beginning
The concern all a facade,
And yet I fell for it
Your love all a mirage,
But I still made a run for it
Every plucked string,
A broken note
The complete melody,
A shattered hope
Now the song ends,
With a statement final:
My heart mends,
Now calloused from this trial.
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Residuum
RomanceEventually, the future becomes the present, the present becomes the past, and the past becomes memories. These memories become hazy and dissipate over time. But back when these memories were the present, the emotions I felt formed words, and these...
