our romance began when nobody
wanted to start one
i remember it like it was a while ago
on a day when the leaves were yellow
and the times suggested
parks that are far away from the road.
my heart felt something
and it remembers
in a quite unfamiliar sense.
it is just like the first time in a long time to
witness the sunrise again in this dull life
the wind blew. . .
and changed its direction
i followed it and i knew it’s
that time again.
there was no way to tell
if it was the same before
but to splash my frail body in there
for a leap of faith
but i was sure though seemingly different,
i convinced myself
it was going to be all worth it.
and when it was about to happen,
i didn’t give admission to my doubts.
as
i played the bull
on a rampage
to be killed
for its desire.
it made me forget the pain of
the thousand scrapes and wounds
of trust
i succumbed into
for what seemed
like many years
and you were there,
you
came;
you
found
me.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
our romance began when nobody
wanted to start one
i remember it like it was a while ago
on a day when the leaves were yellow
and the times suggested
parks that are far away from the road.
my heart felt something
and it remembers
in a quite unfamiliar sense.
it is just like the first time in a long time to
witness the sunrise again in this dull life
the wind blew. . .
and changed its direction
i followed it and i knew it’s
that time again.
there was no way to tell
if it was the same before
but to splash my frail body in there
for a leap of faith
but i was sure though seemingly different,
i convinced myself
it was going to be all worth it.
and when it was about to happen,
i didn’t give admission to my doubts.
as
i played the bull
on a rampage
to be killed
for its desire.
it made me forget the pain of
the thousand scrapes and wounds
of trust
i succumbed into
for what seemed
like many years
and you were there,
you
came;
you
found
me.
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