Pastime

It’s a welcomed lullaby

To a sleep so sweet,

I'll never open my eyes.

It’s a sign this is the end,

A farewell to love,

If there ever was one.



The hardest part is letting go,

I'm in luck. I'm already alone.



Love is a pastime

For men with more peace of mind than me.

Love is a landslide

And I'm always caught underneath.

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