I miss you terribly somedays
My pen dry
It makes me wonder if there are days
When I am all you can dream of
Ghosts creaking up summer stairs
Bringing back dusty memories
We swim upstream like lost lovers
Far from caring
Back then we were different people I guess
Silence now
Silence
I lay awake at night
Dreaming with open eyes
My fingers bleed with frustration
My art lies dying at my feet
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang
But with a tweet
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