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What Happened To Us
Remember when you used to say the words that I was stammering to let out? What happened to us? Remember when you knew what it meant when I just blinked? Remember when you were my Bread and Egg; BAE? Even our footprints knew you loved me. We were so good together; we could never go a day without each other, What happened to us? Remember when you loved the exact things that I hated about myself? What happened to us? How could you walk away without me noticing? How could you disappear without the last kiss? Remember when you said to me; “Promise me that you will never love anyone else but me”? So how could you shut the door, when you knew I was not out yet? What happened to us? How could you, My Boo, get so cold, I thought you were in a vacuum? Remember what happened whenever we touched? What happened to us? So it comes down to this; I sit in the garden and observe, As the butterfly disperses the leaves of dandelion with despair, My heart bleeds the colour of castor bean as a result of it being pierced and wounded by a spear. Now my eyes are heavy, but I refuse to let fall a tear. Because my question still remains, “What Happened To Us?”
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