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It's a shell.
We're long gone.
Forever has an end.
And time is no more.
Just a small speck of sky.
A large drop of ocean.
Secrets ageless with history.
Promises that speak of betrayal.
Old paintings hung, forgotten.
Letters cramped under the bed.
A flower that wilts on the sill.
A song that died on the lips.
Fading colours behind the mirror.
Longings in the wind, whispered in desperation.
It's an end, like all good things must face.
Atleast we tried.
But what a tragic attempt that was.
For eternities to come,
they'll talk about the lovers
who almost had it.
But almost is never enough.
And so they'll say,
to be young and in love is a beautiful thing.
And we'll watch,
in pity from the shadows.