She pulled the final brick to a crumbling house
Us we can't continue she says
Words burn a familiar sting
Not that we should slow down but that you should go now
I see why my heart grew cold
and why I lost feelings somewhere along the road
Or how In a room full of people I still feel alone
Trials and tribulations matter not for my pulse ceased long ago
I left this earth with all my fears and with it everyone I held dear
Yet I smiled as the words fell from her lips
For even the dead can hear
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Your Lie in April
Poetry'Your Lie in April' is the third collection of mine; some lines only I and the person intended would understand that being said everything's up for interpretation it can mean something totally different to you and the next person reading which is we...
