Pieces.

And still
I find myself staring across the same field,
The one that once connected me to you. 
Bittersweet irony greets my cheek in a way that's almost funny to me. 
I wasn't meaning to get lost in what used to be, I only needed a moment to myself

A brief second to reflect in the hallway of our past. 

...

You don't belong in my heart 
That's why I keep you in my thoughts. 

◄ Death at loves first sight.

The Artist. ►

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