Longing For The Lost

Roses in thousands
Are raining down on him
He can still feel her
Her hair that touches him
All these sweetness that go round in circle
He photographed himself instead

Cracked emotions
Are crushing to the ground
Limitless undying love
Spilled onto their hands
All these memories supposedly just for them
Headed to its last sunset

Faded out all over
With just one strain
A free flying balloon
Have just slipped from his hands
All these songs and everything
Are haunting him in dreams

Author's Note

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