Have it all.
My heart.
I have no use for a such dream.
Since you left, it has become useless,
to carry it, under this blue sky.
You're not looking back,
and why would you?
I have only words to give.
Words and love.
But they're not heavy enough
to keep your hand in mine,
and I never meant them to be.
My words, are not chains for your ankles
but wings, to glue on your back.
Wings, to get you rid of your pain,
and now, of me.
It's no use to bring you back.
You're a winged creature,
not a flower, for me to water
with my rain, so,
farewell!
Forever, farewell!
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