Laying in darkness


Here I lay, 

covered by blankets and darkness.

Or more should I say, 

the shadow of thankless and heartless. 

The person who I thought should be there

seems like to be the one without care.

I drown in my tears,

thinking of the bittersweetness of our cheers.

It used to be there, our love and our sparkle, 

now blackened by our anger just like charcoal.

So here I lay, 

thinking of what went wrong

be as it may,

a love lost that was once strong. 




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