I am under the illusion that we will be like this forever.
Only too jaded that we ran away to the dark side of the moon;
only not here in our sanctuary of beds and blankets and pillows;
only more in love than yesterday.
But forever is only a fabricated castle in the air.
You unceremoniously ran my heart over;
and now it's a roadkill.
( Our forever is over. )
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