My feelings are the ink that fills this pen,
this pen that I let bleed onto this paper...

Feelings laid to rest,
only to be rewoken...

Although the being slipped away,
the feelings never did...

Pick them out,
put them in a box...

AS I lay in bed, I think of you,
and all the things, we used to do...

I'm just sitting around,
I've been waiting for you, to call...

It seems like just another day.
You pack your bags and go away...

With each new day,
brings new nights...

Your eyes,
are full of what I used to be...

My love is like a seagull,
flying against the wind...

This masterpiece,
will surely end...

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The other night...