The moment our eyes met,
I knew it was all over.
There would be stolen moments,
you and me trying to keep our composure.
Hands grazing before last check.
Hazy, euphoric gasps before rays touch our own little wreck.
How exactly were we suppose to overcome our transgressions?
They locked me in a hell.
Surrounded by my hearts obsessions.
At the end of the day, I think its all well.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
The moment our eyes met,
I knew it was all over.
There would be stolen moments,
you and me trying to keep our composure.
Hands grazing before last check.
Hazy, euphoric gasps before rays touch our own little wreck.
How exactly were we suppose to overcome our transgressions?
They locked me in a hell.
Surrounded by my hearts obsessions.
At the end of the day, I think its all well.
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