Love of Deads
Lonely nights were of thinking when love derailed my heart. Sorrow times filled my happiness with sadness when all he did was to lead me astray
It was of a dream come true to be loved by him, yet it was of a secret place only a dreamer see. Death conquered his joy when the only part he's playing is of deceased
It felt great when tree he sprinkled was of beautiful flowers
It's like a fruit - that only those who believe in color and shape are of those who don't eat it
Everything were of past in him when living with deads was the only choice.
The present is full of coldness as the future is full of mist
How he lives is how it goes as continuing to love was a way of distraction in the presence of living
He's a life, living with deads
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