Love Book


You brooked my wings

And I felt so hard

Thinking of all the dreams

That flushed away at the last yard


I miss the dream I had about you

But nothing was actually true

I miss the way I painted you

But all that was like the color blue


It’s hard for me to breath

It’s hard for me too feel again

I feel like I witnessed a dead

For the happiness that turned into pain


I can hardly move

No words left to speak

Because I can hardly prove

That I am nothing else but a wreak


I miss your every smile

Your every breath, your every look

But all I can do is write a text, while

I cry for what it used to be a love book


And so you leave me to the vain

And make me wonder once again

If happiness can be for everyone

Cause love isn’t for anyone


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