I still haven't learned to live with out love. I haven't learned to live with out hope.
I seal my dreams in plastic bags and send them to the sea. On my palette I try not to mix the colors. Sometimes I forget to observe the months of April and June. At times I laugh with out cracking a smile. Look at me, and then look at you. Tell me what you see. Do we go together like A and B? Look into my eyes, tired from crying. They want to rest. Give me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. Our hearts are strangers once again. Neither you nor I fit in this love together.
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