terça-feira, 5 de março de 2024

rain streams down my cheeks,

even thou it was only momentaraly,

you were mine,

I was yours,

I'm still yours.


If today was not the same as yesterday,

I would be surprised.


who am I,

who am I to you,

what am I,

what am I to you.


eat seeds for internal growth,

fly low with your wings of steel,

a broken heart and a handful of nothing,

is what I get whenever I fall,

and, oh, how I keep on falling.


today was not the same,

today was not yesterday,

when I woke, I was alone,

you are nowhere to be found,

you don't even vistit me on my dreams.


love is but a curse,

a curse that clings and drains me away...

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