• branthan 220w

    can you make it better?
    I'm losing hope.
    strings broke you drifted apart,
    tell me how to build myself back
    how to breathe again, in this flood
    tell me how to write this verse
    without a pen and broken heart.
    I'll wear black today,
    hiding my scars from the crowd.
    crawl my way back to you,
    to your black coffin and this grave.
    a beautiful death for a beautiful life,
    leaving me behind with my broken self.

    does this pain leaves or it stays?
    my final verse, this eulogy.

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