
I’m not a great story teller
But I do write stories
Actually I just write our story
In a million different ways
And every time it ends the same
With you breaking my heart
And mending it again,
To break it even more
To hear it crack,
To write your name
Against each broken pieces of my heart
And call it yours, while
You don’t give me yours.
You dance with me and
Disappear as I twirl,
While my loose hair
Unties from the bun,
You leaves me standing there
In that dress and messed up hair.
While I dance to the slow sad music
” Silence ” and still feel your breath there
In the room.
As time flies by,
The stories they change
You and I are to blame.
And under this moonlight dome
I sit and write,
Another one of our story
Not to be read by you
But to be felt by pain and
I mourn you
Just the same.
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