A sweet shadow of emptiness,
Will plague us, Will break us,
Riding through those sunny roads with,
Pennies of innocence in our pockets
Flipping as we go through the rigid world we were plunged into,
Creating memories as we go, hoping to replace the ones with neglect,
We see those kisses along side river banks,
And the heart-held hugs at Châtelet–Les Halles station by strangers.
Though these strange depths of desires,
We wished to be loved, and to love.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 4:27 PM UTC
A sweet shadow of emptiness,
Will plague us, Will break us,
Riding through those sunny roads with,
Pennies of innocence in our pockets
Flipping as we go through the rigid world we were plunged into,
Creating memories as we go, hoping to replace the ones with neglect,
We see those kisses along side river banks,
And the heart-held hugs at Châtelet–Les Halles station by strangers.
Though these strange depths of desires,
We wished to be loved, and to love.
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