Great
It's night..
Seem cold but natural.
It feels like pieces of my heart
keep avoiding my own past ,
the one you're drawing at
my covers and my pillow.
Awake..
Unfortunately awake.
The only man I' use to hug
is just your stupid paintings
all over my body...
But I'm sick again.
I still miss your taste
It cannot be fixed I know,
but I'll keep trying..
Blind.. as your mind
But now I'm not so kind
i'll keep dyin' more and more.
I'm your sun ,You're my sky..
You always hide when I'm gone.
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