a lifetime

A lifetime

a gun filled with pain,

aimed at my heart

my lifetime began when yours ended,

lifetime of pain,

lifetime of wickedness

lifetime of lies and mischief,

when your breath ended my heart altered

the flow in which it naturally beat to keep

up with the new lifetime of a motherless

child, a lifetime wasnt enough to love you.

my lifetime without you,

always alone i am,

i wanna live in the cells of your life.

 

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