However, I can't help it. Even though of all, I'm still missing your name, you laugh and your face. I don't know what's going on in the future, no idea of what's waiting for me, but so far the days with you were the most beautiful ones, the best. Every wonderful thing that I posses, some time it must go away, as you did. But you never knew absolutely nothing. Don't worry, I didn't even supposed it, barely dreamed it.
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I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?
Lovely
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