Sweetest lovely cadence
Lovely cadence of felling the pain
Sweetest pain of being near
What could I touch?
Not the true of the sea of yours
Why was I supposed to love you so,
Right here
Where I opened the heart once again
Where the belief in love came back
And the nicest scar was left back
Give me some verse to refrain yours eyes
The sweetest lovely eyes of indifference
The shadow of being no one to you
My cadence rolls softly in forgotten
Did this was meant to hurt?
You see, I was yours
I am yet no more mine,
And no one else's will this be..
I am drenched, wet and dramatic
No more a word for you
YOU WHO LEFT THIS
LOVE SUICIDE!!!
This was written during the jazz, among the reminding spark of that night, of those words and kisses which was taken away.
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