Oh my dear, how I miss you.
I use to imagine us sitting in the morning dew,
But that thought has been shattered and gone for a while now.
It is time to avow.
I am here to confess that I still love you, that I still care.
I hope I have the guts to tell you one day, oh shall I dare?
How can I not have imagined being without your love?
Our love was a pure as a white dove…
Now I’m broken…
My love lied down deep in a coffin.
It is filled with the remains of sorrow, and it no longer beats.
People look at it wide-eyed in their seats.
For I am dead on the inside, and no longer speak.
I am a copy and no longer needed, no longer unique.