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Let’s Be Nothing, I Heard It Lasts Forever




Ironic is what it is;
Sitting next to your curved lips
Never occupy your mind 

Filling your days with rainbow
Too much color than you can ever handle 

Bringing out the sun 
You’re raining it with your whine 

Warm hugs 
Cold words 

Deep talks
Hars response

Only want to make you feel better on your worst day 
Rhymed sentences are written 
Her sweet smile stories that makes you smitten is in return 

Rather than a pure evil at its best 
It’s just a simple heartbreak, I guess 
To acknowledge one’s effort 
But choosing to ignore it anyway 
I am drown 3 miles deep, you lay down breathing salty air at the bay 

Simple question of one’s existence 
Or two long confession about recurring feeling 
To my very eyes you spilled out seven syllables 
Seven frozen syllables I am too stunned to even— 
“Okay, then, let’s be nothing. 
Nothing is good 
Nothing is fine.” 

No matter how deep the wound you paint 
Behind every consciousness I’m still searching for the good out of your word 
In a whisper, it comes 
I am sorry I could only think of one 
“If it is what I am to you, 
Then let’s be nothing, I am fine.”
At the very least, 
I heard it lasts forever 
Than I have ever let myself wonder 

Three long breaths passed, our gaze is way too far 
You nod subtly 
I sob quietly 

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