You
looked at me in the heart.
Eyes the brown of fertile soil.
And in them I saw deep water.
I saw fire in an old painting.
I saw our every moment of silence.
Our every smile. Our every touch.
And you said: ‘Goodbye’.
The sound was not of a turning lock.
It was of morning.
It was in those words you said:
‘A toast, to us.’
‘We are not broken.’
‘Please leave gently. Live beautifully.’
‘Remember me.’
- M. Worth
Me: you know those sentences that i don't want to listen ever in my whole life. it's like something push my chest so hard. i feel like i don't even breathing for awhile.
Eyes the brown of fertile soil.
And in them I saw deep water.
I saw fire in an old painting.
I saw our every moment of silence.
Our every smile. Our every touch.
And you said: ‘Goodbye’.
The sound was not of a turning lock.
It was of morning.
It was in those words you said:
‘A toast, to us.’
‘We are not broken.’
‘Please leave gently. Live beautifully.’
‘Remember me.’
- M. Worth
Me: you know those sentences that i don't want to listen ever in my whole life. it's like something push my chest so hard. i feel like i don't even breathing for awhile.
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