3 acessos
Pictures in frames
with people like mirrors,
but i'm still alive.
Flowers still sing lullabys
we all despise.
Messages we never sent
are now just thoughts
passing by.
I left a trail
for you to find me,
but it's all been in circles.
It's not worth following
unless this is goodbye.
Pages left emptywith
nothing to fill their margins
don't matter anymore,
because words are powerless
until they're realized.
Can you still follow me?
Do you still see me?
Never forgive me,
but never forget,
that if we gave it a chance
we would have given our lives.
From here on
out nothing else matters,
it has all been a lie.