The dream flashes before my eyes
As I remember how our love
Is a fairytale.
But, now no more…
That is never in fairytales
But maybe because it is shut somewhere
Deep, deep down.
Our love is no more.
The fairytale ending
I am no longer able to see
Is now a distant memory
And dream flashing before my eyes.
I continue to go about my life
But something just feels weird.
Something feels strange, unusual,
Awkward…
It’s like a piece of me is missing.
It’s like a part of me is missing.
It’s like a fraction of me is missing.
It’s like a piece of me is missing.
Our pictures are nothing but a painting.
Our conversations are nothing but a recording.
Our nights are nothing but a fragment of time.
Our dates are nothing but a story.
The dream flashes before my eyes
As I remember how our love
Is a fairytale.
But, now no more.
That is never in fairytales
But maybe because it is shut somewhere
Deep, deep down.
Our love is no more…
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