we meet again
in this stubborn lighting
your reticence
is what threatens me
the card
you are holding,
what is it?
a bestowal of gift
or just
another betrayal
either way,
we're better as
individuals
you crossed my path
in an empty highway
my thoughts
had gone
malnourished
from your voice
i'll eventually obey
why do i need to
please you?
why do i need to
play?
yes i want you
the skies
are pastel gray
i prevent converging
so you slide
pass me
both quiet
as tumbleweeds
i can't say that
it's an
act of heroism
to preserve what is
left in me
facing you even
is a foolish bravery
when i always knew
i'd already lose
to those eyes
made of copper
to a soul filled
with wonders
as you
walk from behind,
despair
kidnapped me
the card i'm holding
you know
what it holds
i can't believe
my heart is
tattered
and sold
you know
my weakness
you know
my game
you
know
me
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
we meet again
in this stubborn lighting
your reticence
is what threatens me
the card
you are holding,
what is it?
a bestowal of gift
or just
another betrayal
either way,
we're better as
individuals
you crossed my path
in an empty highway
my thoughts
had gone
malnourished
from your voice
i'll eventually obey
why do i need to
please you?
why do i need to
play?
yes i want you
the skies
are pastel gray
i prevent converging
so you slide
pass me
both quiet
as tumbleweeds
i can't say that
it's an
act of heroism
to preserve what is
left in me
facing you even
is a foolish bravery
when i always knew
i'd already lose
to those eyes
made of copper
to a soul filled
with wonders
as you
walk from behind,
despair
kidnapped me
the card i'm holding
you know
what it holds
i can't believe
my heart is
tattered
and sold
you know
my weakness
you know
my game
you
know
me
too late to run
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