A poetry showing the pains of lost love A poetry showing the pains of lost love

Feeding from my soul since that sunset, That inflamed deceitful orange... Feeding from my soul since that sunset, That inflamed deceitful orange...

Whose story are we part of? Whose story are we part of?

You are my light and soul, that probably you never knew. You are my light and soul, that probably you never knew.

It can be hard, you know. Letting go. The dreams that adorn your Russet eyes; It can be hard, you know. Letting go. The dreams that adorn your Russet eyes;

I'm stopping her from growing My heart is in the right place I'm stopping her from growing My heart is in the right place