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Bringing of Tomorrow
I am drenched in a stare between the shadows and desire..
Impaled to the heart of this empty room full to the rim of memories...ghosts…
The hauntings of my words restep in the night's dream.
Him…
Me…
Us…
We existed in this place and yet we ended in this hell our hearts blaring on the chalkboard of goodbyes.
Cold sweat aligns my eagerness to get back to it.
The need to be encased in the safeness of our prison.
Lingering wastings on the air screaming…
I should have listened….
Should have stayed without regrets, unlimited in love.
Oh tomorrow brings back to us.
Impaled to the heart of this empty room full to the rim of memories...ghosts…
The hauntings of my words restep in the night's dream.
Him…
Me…
Us…
We existed in this place and yet we ended in this hell our hearts blaring on the chalkboard of goodbyes.
Cold sweat aligns my eagerness to get back to it.
The need to be encased in the safeness of our prison.
Lingering wastings on the air screaming…
I should have listened….
Should have stayed without regrets, unlimited in love.
Oh tomorrow brings back to us.
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