I want to hold you in my arms
Feel the earth beneath our feet tremble
As your cold hand perfectly fits in mine.
I miss your delightful stare,
As it gives life to the butterflies within me.
A magical spark emitted through my veins,
Only to be evident on my face painted red.
Walking these roads no longer feel the same
Everything so gloomy
As I recall our perfectly imperfect memories
Why is it that,
Emptiness is always my souls final resort?
~Merees Nero
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