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Solitude
a wet pair of rusted swings, swaying in the breeze. a chill sparked through the cold nights air, dewy grass begins to freeze.
a once complete playground, now completely at its end. but still the moments i have free. my time, here is spent.
an orange glow lights the park, creating haunting shadowed trees. a stroll through here alone at night is a stroll with limited ease.
the branches shake, the wind, it screams, the rain, it stings the skin. shadows lurk, whispers echo, no happiness does it bring.
it may seem like a nightmarish scene but you haven't played my part. it wasn't always solitary, it wasnt always dark.
it wasn't always this gloomy, at a time this place was bliss. if i had to choose any place. no doubt. my home is this.
the swings brought laughs. the trees were shelter, your headrest was my chest. as memories go, your smile your eyes. your love felt the best.
but memories they are and here i sit. belonging to this park. i can no longer live in this place, im dying in the dark.
its time to go. my turn to leave, because i finally see. i don't need the park, i don't need the swings. all i needed was you and me.
so here i come. to fight for this. time to rise above. so here i come. because with you. i am still in love. - Mister
