Places and things,
All are a ruin,
All things that I still see you in,
Lakes shrivel up,
Cease to exist,
Streets and cafes,
Once hard to resist,
Have come to cause a pain in my heart,
Having dearly loved you makes remorse an art,
Each sight makes me wish,
Never to have known you,
And regret memories,
To which I've sown you,
Won't grace just let me,
Let you go;
The sting of betrayal that plagues me so!
That I might wake one day,
As a rendition of me,
To live life,
Here on,
Freely.
