How do I survive these melancholic nights?
Missing the rhythmic movement of our bed
Hearing you breathe, feeling the sound behind my neck
But now I only fantasize the dreams we used to dream before we slept
How do I survive these monotonous days?
Unable to drown myself in the depth of your dark eyes
Lost and confused, not knowing where to place my hand
Vulnerable and weak, without the shield I thought I’d found in your chest
How do I deal with these impertinent memories?
How does one manage to bury what’s not yet dead?
Memories of passion linger vividly around the house
And I still feel the warmth of your sleeping body embraced around my legs
How do I craft a genuine smile on a gloomy face?
Who masters the surreal art of moving on, and getting over a true love?
How do I successfully quench this potent thirst?
Longing for your rough hands around my beseeching waist
How do I write the epilogue of a story I don’t wish to end?
A part of me silently and irrevocably awaits
Like you, I render to my ruthless lines, yearning to forget
Exhausted but hopeful that they the memories will one day fade away
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