Thought I had time,
with you,
you and me ,
until I lost it,
lost it all.
thought it was alright,
to feel your warmth,
until I lost it,
lost it all,
now everything is cold,
memories
rotting in mold.
I know,
you will go,
when I wake up,
so all I do,
sleep a little more,
dream a little more.
From absolute,
you became,
supposed to be,
now its not even maybe.
I hated it,
when you told me to wait,
when you were late,
now I just wait,
back then,
at least you came.
Now all I do,
feeding on your sweet memories,
stretching our moments,
to a lifetime.
You were my home,
you were my hope,
let me in,
its cold outside.
All of these are my fantasies and imagination. If this poem trigger anyone's bad memories, I apologize.
Happy reading.
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