Urban Image Magazine November 2013 Issue November 2013 | Página 47

Nothing left to hold but myself thanks to you.
My mind is a canvas
In it I painted a mural of acrylic for you
When it rains I'm dancing
Watching the paint melt so I can start anew
But slowly I'm losing it,
These vented feelings have now sought refuge
But slowly I'm losing it,
My beauty is fading waiting for this to ensue
Now I feel so ugly
Hiding in a tower, powerless and in solitude,
Because now I feel nothing
Apathy is my friend as I fall out of love with
you.
Yes my dear,
I'm now falling out of love with you.
It’s sad but be glad
I'm finally falling out of love with you.

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