You

March 22, 2015

I was the dust in the middle of the sun

Always happy

Never the broken one

I didn't think you'd leave

But you walked out right in front of me

But then you came crashing down

Pierced me with your broken flames

Now I could never love the same

I can't stand on my own two feet

Lying on the black pavement in the lonely street

You were always the one

You were the only beat to this drum

You silenced the sweet melody

And I know

That love like ours

Was never meant to be

-m.c.-

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