You disdainfully whisper, “time is a lie!”,
when nothing holds against such empty skies.
I found naught in you that was ever mine
and those lonely days began such a decline.
To what was never there, and never will,
as you were never ours, just empty still
photographs that may well never have been,
draped around all that which never was seen.
When did such emotions turn so distilled?
When we choose hearts to never be filled?
But oh, cara mia, you were never my breath
and without your love, there is only death!
We never missed our soul until our last day,
thinking, life would never fade hollowly away.
And now, I will never look upon your love
and waste in dreams that are never thereof…

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