tragedy
a painter, able to paint with lines into pictures
me, able to paint with letters into some rhymes
you, was able to paint feelings to the word what people called "love"
though not anymore
in time some goes on, to leave
one by one, untill there's nothing behind
heart never want to be alone
even fact that is still one, itself
mind never empty, without you
say that "I make tragedy with words"
when the reality is just a dream
I would ask you, for
"give my love back when you're leaving,
don't take it"
even when the longing is able to come before and after this,
So, I would like to say one more thing
"I miss you"
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