You came when I limped and lost direction
Stuttered as if all of this was fake
When the lantern of life no longer illuminates
Under the moon that only reminds me of a warm memory
Then the touch came as if finding a speck of light in the darkness
Guided me through all the memory gates that have ever been engraved in my mind
That's where I fell asleep to the beauty
Lulled leaving the earth until I reached a point of belief
For a moment I was lulled, that's where this self was dropped
You are not a light, but only an illusion that comes to refract this pain
Instantly all of that disappeared, only leaving an impression on the heart
Which may not be easily erased
You're not the one who guides me through the memory gates
Thank you for taking me further wandering in memory
Just go, in the deepest recesses of my heart I forgive
There was never love, but stories
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
You came when I limped and lost direction
Stuttered as if all of this was fake
When the lantern of life no longer illuminates
Under the moon that only reminds me of a warm memory
Then the touch came as if finding a speck of light in the darkness
Guided me through all the memory gates that have ever been engraved in my mind
That's where I fell asleep to the beauty
Lulled leaving the earth until I reached a point of belief
For a moment I was lulled, that's where this self was dropped
You are not a light, but only an illusion that comes to refract this pain
Instantly all of that disappeared, only leaving an impression on the heart
Which may not be easily erased
You're not the one who guides me through the memory gates
Thank you for taking me further wandering in memory
Just go, in the deepest recesses of my heart I forgive
There was never love, but stories
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