Pinches of Love.
pinches of Love.
The game early ended,
Couldn't be too late of the expected,
Too bad as it's so sad,
Because his wishes for the game hadn't yet started,
It was a shortened dream that holds him stranded,
She had came and gone she had,
And so now lost is a soul he loved,
Songs of farewell couldn't make it for a thing he loved,
Senses he lacked with his self fully emptied,
And now sorrow backed up with inner hatred
Bitter as pepper it really pained,
The accepted pinch of missing the visualized dreamland,
The well of hope already dried,
And though not worthy for tears to be cried,
It's not easy for memories to be lost,
And so he still wails the solid men's tears everyday.
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