Bestfriend!
Gazing at the far far world, he stood there.
Longing evident in his sad, beautiful eyes.
As if he were a portrait, a broken piece,
Waiting to be fixed, wanting to be healed.
He just stood there under the meteor shower,
Showering in his own tears, drowning in pain.
He who was clearly left behind, was a beautiful, broken mess,
A mess that couldn't become a masterpiece without her, who left him.
2018-05-27 12:24:00
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