1. Pictures

As I stare at the ceiling, pictures begin to form.

There’s one of us laughing, in the field when its dawn.

There’s another of us, with the sun in the background.

But I always knew, this wouldn’t last forever.

Still I was hoping for the end to come later.

And as you walk away, my heart becomes ripped.

For the rest of my life, your soul gets me overshadowed.

All this time you were telling me lies.

On false hope I would rely.

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