Knock, Knock

The volume of my heart is low,

my head is too,

my mind is in a feild of confusion, my feelings are trying to echo through, is love real? Is death too?

I can't express these emotions I can only feel them, you feel them?

When you look in my eyes, can you see them?

These water reflections can.

We paired our hands everyday as if we were magnets, what we had is far gone, but these emotions are here for long.

When we live this short life and die for so long will you remember when we went wrong, or will you remember the nights our hearts sang along, the rapid beating of our love so strong.

No longer we belong, but these memories are here for long.

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