It's when u can't feel a thing.
When the feeling fades from the sting.
Unable to find the pain.
N u touch a lil piece of wharf is sane.
After falling its luv.
As what's unrecognizable is touch.
Shaking the head cuz nothing's left.
Knowing one gave their best.
When the loneliness has gone.
As new birth has risen to old songs.
That's when it's over.
N u don't care to hold him or her.
Once the process has taken place.
Finding where one once lived ids jus effort space.
For the truth of fighting for luv has bounced back.
N if all things u managed to live thru the heart bein attacked.
Knowing better things r ti come with a new outlook.
N self wasn't broken nor took.
Leaving in the past what was never ones to claim.
No luv left as there is no hate.
Jus two people that one shared a moment.
As its ok that it finally folded.
Playing out a self stands a bit more crisp.
N hand have been unclinched as fists.
That's when the getting on has resurrected a smile.
Locking up the memory n walking away for what is to come is miles....
It's time to move on! As one is goin.
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