I want to be moved
Day to day To revel To weep Even in strangers conceit But why can’t the thing that moves me just be my own two feet?
do not answer it.
Hide in a corner until it peeks through the window Facing its true face unknowing and searching With an honest pace you’ll find that destiny might be a fake
You showed me there was more than the labyrinth
more than the cold still waters, the ripples In a love so intense, I saw your past self your present and who you could be but why could I see this in you and not see it in me?
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Sometimes the thoughts and words just flow and revising the moment feels like a sin to its origin
And laughed And drank the wine Without knowing tomorrow’s lines...
So serene, in lying wake.
So close, to the end of days. Another year, meant to weather. Thank you my bouquet friend, my reforming lover.
It seems there’s no gleam to the unsettling events,
That stick to you like necromance Something comes this way, They say Some longing of an untold soul
This is the last time I call it bliss,
releasing demons in each breath. The last time I drag you to my lips, reckoning the bitter kiss of death.