A year ago
Or
Tonight
Or
Tomorrow.
You are still the art...
To me.
Knowing,
Meeting,
Caring,
Loving,
Sensing,
are like a gift from God for me to feel.
It ain't about what you did in return.
It ain't about how long that I am here.
It ain't about what you think and what I think, or what someone thinks.
It is purely because you already absorb every energy that I have.
You are the vortex of the most beautiful art.
You regain energy from every eyes that adore you.
You slowly stole it.
And now it is just me in here... as dead as the corpse.
Wanting to feel again, but too afraid to be absorbed... again.
Lol, this is just me... babling about you.
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