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Nothing to Say


Nothing to Say

Perfect nights, relaxing days.
Many kisses and a hand to always hold.
But I have nothing to say?
Adventures, some long, some short.
Confessions, some good, some bad.
New ideas, random conversations.
But still, I have nothing to say?
Falling asleep in your arms, sometimes your bed.
Crossing off goals and dreams on a list that never ends.
Stupid arguments, endless laughter.
"Hey, do you know what a rest stop is?"
And I have nothing to say?

But when you leave..
I'll have something to say.

Depression will greet me,
Loneliness will defeat me,
Sadness will seat me at a table in hell.

This summer will just be a memory.
A reminder of how much I miss you.
A reminder of how great I feel when I'm with you.
A reminder of how important you are to me.

A huge piece of my life will be gone again...


And I still have nothing to say?

-Belle Rose

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