What happened to the days when we would be happy? We used to be in love. We used to lay and count the stars. We used to dream of a future, dream of life. Nothing could tear us apart, or so we thought. You would hold me as I cried, scared of my home. Scared of why lied in the depths of my own soul. You were there. Now your not, now you lay, in a black box that I wept over. Now your eyes are at rest, your hands placed over your stomach, the same one, I used to lay my head on. Your hands are so still.. The ones that used to stroke my cheek. Your lips are so pale. Oh, how I long, to feel your lips on mine. One. Last. Time. What happened?
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