The Last Time

His heart is black,
that's why I stopped giving a fuck.

His mind is empty,
that's why my love for him should have been plenty.

His hands are cold,
I've never felt less bold.

His lips are dry,
I've never felt my soul want to cry.

But here we are,
eventually our feelings drove us apart.
♠ ♠ ♠
I don't know what was on my mind, but one scene remained - a girl trying to kiss her dead lover's cold lips.

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