I don't know what pushes our world in circles.
What causes the sun to turn old.
I don't care to know how the stars are standing,
How the moon wept
While the wind blows over empty fields
Along with your ghost.
I don't care, how
To them you are alive
yet
[To me you're dead]
dead.
Not one bit, do I care
how
I lost you, while I dreamt.
We were lying in your car fast asleep.
[waiting to cue the downfall]
We dreamt…fast asleep…((until)) …
The fatal blow took you
Away.
It's just a disaster I can't seem to [forget] recall.
I don't know what pushes our world in circles.... This forceful opening line caused me to press against its circumference and travelate slouched on a couch.. recapturing many phrases over... Thank you! !
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Ahhh.... This is stunning. Terribly sad... But it is in its honesty and the revealing of your silver secrets... That it mended so sweet... So terribly, hurtfuly, sweet. I loved it. Because even me, just reading it, felt the loss.