the only thing thats left of you lies within my memories.
we teared our pleasures within rough strife, comforting, i felt safe.
but i've had enough of the pictureque, the colorful, and the charming
relaxed and hidden soul, broken thoughts, wounded heart,
you were wonderful, but not right.
you've become unusually impulsive, somewhat of a stranger.
unable to understand your emotions, but yet calling your presents became so tempting.
no love is not dead in our hearts. our eyes, our mouths that announced the beginning of its own funeral..we've finally come to our end.
smoke floods your lungs, music disguise the undesirable thoughts,
to only distress the unwanted pain we carry.
we'll one day come to commends in our sudden future,
but for now i'll let you go and say my goodbyes.
forever in my heart; my carlos moses mendoza
-Bell
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