It's been a year since I could see properly
Since I had a breath of fresh air
You were never there, that I could hardly bare
Just an image in my mind; something that I dreamed of
I look at myself, squinting at the reflection
My old friend. I'm sorry for what I've become
I gave you everything You treated it like nothing Used me to the core; you squeezed me dry Manipulation and deprivation A loop of hurt;...
Time flying Your presence neglected I'll see you next week At least, I hope You're growing old Our memories, so little Grab my hand...
Petals falling from my head I start to shrivel up at the thought of losing you I bloom when you are near Ear to ear, I smile with you...
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