13.

And I'm drawing the pictures

of the pieces of you

That I miss the most

But something is missing

Something's just not right

So I go outside with

Birdcage in hand and

Camera in my eyes

Hoping to capture the colors

And fill in the white

But the sun had been swallowed

And all I could see was the swollen

Grey belly of the beast

And that's when I knew 

Everyday without you here

Would be colorless.

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Let's never part, shall we?

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