17: Old Love
The leaves have left the tree
The rain has no memory of the sky,
Abandonment is everywhere I see
And yet I can't seem to bid goodbye.
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I cupped the old love in my hand
And bowed down one last time,
You never seemed to understand
We were walking a very thin line.
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In my gallery you were a painting
Now you've been taken down.
In my playlist you were a song
Now the storage has run out.
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We were not two halves
But two full moons,
Couldn't survive the aftermath
Now we're both fools.
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You were my beginning
You're still my dawn,
I thought we were brimming
Now we're just dead leaves on a lawn.
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