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The fear when I realize he isn’t mine anymore,
He surrender,
When I say I’ll give it back, he said just keep it or give it to someone else,
When all he utters is one word and one word only,
Okey, yes, sure, k, em.
He surrender,
He used to be such a fighter,
Every breath, every step, every embrace, used to be so sturdy and firm,
But now life has been taken away from him, he is soulless,
An empty house, dead flowers, rusted tri-cycle,
Dead hope and backward smile.
When he let go too easy,
Scrapped paint, torn sheets,
Mad eyes, heart screaming out, soul reaching out,
For something that is no longer there,
It chose not to be there,
For hope and passion is something to be handled with care,
A bird does not sing unless for another bird,
What binds us?
Everything is to no use now,
Words have been said, hearts have been broken,
Winds blow in hope of bringing new memories,
But it will never be the same, isn’t it?
For better or for worse, cut my throat and throw me away,
For that is easier than tearing apart from you.