Lucky him

Lucky you

Wrapped up in blue

And never to be seen before under this sun the darkness does fall

With heavy sighs and lost breaths I see the solidarity of being together

When no one has cared or would in the reality of it

And when true happiness grace the eyes and ears of others does wanting it not taint my own heart?

And following the pain of having nothing to say back

When there could have been if not for something I will never know

To have a feeling of wanting that which has not only not been granted but not offered

Within this eternity wracked and filled with this emptiness I feel would wanting it not just make me darker?

The purple shed to give way to the black hole left within

Without him

But lucky her lucky him

I never get used to losing the win

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