Diem Enjee

Rookie - 0 Points (Chicago, IL)


They said you're gone, but you're still here
inside my heart and every tear
that dries up on my listless cheek
and kills me slowly every week.

The past is gold; the present, brass.
I tell myself that you have passed
without me, and I must move on.
I should move on; I can't move on.

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