Marvin

Maple orange leaves drop from its branches, a love lost after blossoming

And a tranquil pattering in the darkness is like a ghost still lingering

Recapturing the memories of the past that murders my heart

Vivid ruins of our beautiful moments chronologically dart

I want to share strings of hope for me to have it on my own

Nevertheless, I will be empty like a starless night and drowned in my self made black hole.

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