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Dante's Inferno
Dante's Inferno
The thought of losing you is more than tears, more than fear
It’s the storm inside my chest, the loss of gravity as all caves inward
It is more than wishful thinking and dreams left unspoken
It is the fall of decaying petals and desperation at their wilt
The thought of my world existing without your laugh, your smile
The colour of your eyes igniting the darkest of all my days
A cruelty to not know your favourite color anymore, or song
To fe
el the gentle of your hand or the lift in your voice
Would I miss the nights memorizing the lullaby of your breathing
Or the days where haven is only found in your arms the most?
To comprehend a life without the sight of your snow kissed cheeks
Shaking the rain from the curls in your hair that I have grown to love
What a hardship it would be to never hear you speak my name
With all the reverence and longing reserved for a queen
“I wish you could stay”
