To My Last Love, Hear My Echoing Pain

Into the urban city I walk half empty Emotions consumed by social fetish and the norm Our fingers locked while you make me understand the world Now it’s all on me, why’d you set yourself free? Our imperfections criticized Without menace we ignited a perfect dysfunction in their heads But now it’s all dead Tell me, did you wake up in a different dimension instead? Nights have mourned the mornings My weekends became stormed I created this image of infinity Without you, I’m only a stardust atom in discreet soliloquy Everyone defines their first love, no one ever forgets. But could there be euphemism for my last love that I don’t regret? To my last love, I’m paralyzed. Living an infinite grief, can I wake you in your sleep? The questions ignite the pain. My pain aches for answers for why can’t you remain. The rest of my life is now only a sublime recall. I promise this will be my last install. But please, to my clueless last love Why’d you shoved us in a pitfall?