"Your in love with the idea of moving on"
were her words.
Sometimes I wished she really
understood the meaning of it because
to her these are just words but to me,
they are my dark road.
I hear my thoughts persuade
my heart to make rational decisions
and as I walk this dirty path of loneliness,
I surrender to the cold wind that travels underneath
my skin.
And her words come back to life,
as if they were describing every single
step I'm about to make.
I gotta move on
But this cold wind which has become my friend,
does not want to let me go.
And I don't know if I wanna go either.
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