We make it through the night
alright.
I'm never ready to answer
when tommorow calls.
I loved that single braid in your hair.
The way you fought against the morning.
How, you ensnared my senses.
Your carefree smile
that betrayed your defenses:
I loved.
Summer is setting in.
The time we belong to
is seeing further restrictions.
So it doesn't feel selfish suggesting
" maybe we can stay like this...a little longer?"
The blinds are closed.
Still the light out builds stronger.
And I'm a mind away from eyes wide open.
I'm unfulfilled.
The next few moments will be killing me.
They say dreams only last
when your mind isn't made-up
(honey you should stay,
if you are feeling this unsure...)
but the time has come.
This illusion: it is losing its allure.
The time has come to wake up.
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Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 12:33 AM UTC
We make it through the night
alright.
I'm never ready to answer
when tommorow calls.
I loved that single braid in your hair.
The way you fought against the morning.
How, you ensnared my senses.
Your carefree smile
that betrayed your defenses:
I loved.
Summer is setting in.
The time we belong to
is seeing further restrictions.
So it doesn't feel selfish suggesting
" maybe we can stay like this...a little longer?"
The blinds are closed.
Still the light out builds stronger.
And I'm a mind away from eyes wide open.
I'm unfulfilled.
The next few moments will be killing me.
They say dreams only last
when your mind isn't made-up
(honey you should stay,
if you are feeling this unsure...)
but the time has come.
This illusion: it is losing its allure.
The time has come to wake up.
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The story of a man weighing his want to remain with the woman of(in) his dreams against his need to wake up soon.
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