forget about how and when,
focus instead
on who and why
even what.
love and you and me,
the reason no longer matters.
only that i did,
and you lied,
mistakes mistaken for right.
now insomnia drives me back from the light,
all my strength has been drained.
so now i recoil and cower,
shrinking back to the purple shade
now what was it i meant to forget?














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"Il pleut dans mon coeur comme il pleut dans la ville." ~Verlaine
Translation- "It rains in my heart like it rains in the city."
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