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#nightdwellers The small darkened room is a remnant of our past. An unmade bed a reminder of when we were here last. The discarded piece of parchment signifies my skin.
Once you stopped loving, My love ceased to persist, I was a cog with no meaning to fit. You left me there, Abandoned alone, A key which would fit no lock. Useless.
Sight fades into black Touch becomes blind The heart that once burned now frozen in time. As love dies. Can you hear it.
The mist rolls in from the swell of the sea. Draping itself around the cove, below me. I stand above it, watching as the fog hits. My emotions are in an emotional mix.
#emotion #loss Losing you was like losing my heart. Losing you simply tore me apart. Losing you was a knife in my side. Losing you. Something I can't abide. Losing you was a terror unknown.
One day, during winter, a girl and a boy sat on a bench. They were both rapped up in scarfs and hand-knitted hats. The girl was beautiful in a not-so-obvious way.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.