I don't know whether the glass is half empty or half full.All I know is I'm drowning in in my emotions and I'm done playing it cool.
I feel my passions for you burning inside my body like Tapanuli fever.I pour myself a glass of wine and cry me a river..
I touch my burnt cigarette with my lips one last time before it flickers away.
Just like I did with you before it all ended in flames.Even if I light a new one it still feels the same.
All the roads I take for exile are shipwrecked by the reminiscences of the sweet words which you used to whisper in my ears when we couldn't get enough of each other.
We had enough of each other I guess,plutonic notions exploding like reactors to a nuclear fission, swearing our atoms won't ever get close to each other ever again.We subjected our love to entropy, sparing each other another lifetime of pain.
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