My body aches
in memory of the night's embrace
running dreams and a fractured picture of your face
as I saw you
thought 'this is the right time and place'
some would say fate
or a tribute to the many other wasted days
The nights are made for your sideways glances
for the love you breathe and a million chances
held your hand in search for answers
strained, wired, so very tired
and I am reminded
of your smile, by the light i'm blinded
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 6:36 AM UTC
My body aches
in memory of the night's embrace
running dreams and a fractured picture of your face
as I saw you
thought 'this is the right time and place'
some would say fate
or a tribute to the many other wasted days
The nights are made for your sideways glances
for the love you breathe and a million chances
held your hand in search for answers
strained, wired, so very tired
and I am reminded
of your smile, by the light i'm blinded
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