For the time.
The time of our death.
Like a strange
Timer
it slowly ticks down the hours
left of our lives
And when that timer
runs out
it begins
It starts, with only
a
few drops
And you say
"Its only
a little shower"
Of course
As per usual
You
Are
Wrong
Just like you were wrong about
Me,
Our love,
The life we could've had.
So we wait there.
I put my faith into your words.
and the
little shower.
Took them away.
Forever.
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