life was never meant to last and i think that's what fooled us in the end.
you looked so beautiful with your hair blown back by the wind.
no one could take us from that moment.
i was ready to die in your arms but you still had some living left to do,
and i think that's what killed me in the end.
i ran out of drinks to drink becuase
nothing was more satisfying than you.
i lost my touch of witty remarks
in fact, ive lost a lot since youve gone on living.
[i have yet to end a decent poem, thanks to you.]
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