Is it still?
Is it still love when the cracks fill with lies?
And you know that you shouldn't crave their presence,
But they make you feel alive.
Is it still love when you long to break away?
But the notion of their absence compelles you to stay.
Is it still love when you try to forget?
But nothing will fill the void that they left.
Thursday 9th January 2020 10:21 pm
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