Alone |
For hours you held my hand,
told me I´m not broken at all.
We laughed, you wanted me to smile.
I did, because you wanted me to.
For hours we talked about everything,
life and what´s beyond us.
We looked at the stars,
it felt like they were shining for us.
For hours we lay in each other´s arms,
your fingers felt warm as they touched my skin.
In the morning I cried,
not because you had to leave but because there I was.
Once again.
Alone.
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