I want to strum to the beat
Of your heart,
Dance with your soul.
I want to pretend
Your name wont leave me
With sorrows
As soon as you go.
I want to make our last night
One you fight
To leave your memory
I want to watch as
Our last embers
Fade out of control
From the black coal
That turned to ashes.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
I want to strum to the beat
Of your heart,
Dance with your soul.
I want to pretend
Your name wont leave me
With sorrows
As soon as you go.
I want to make our last night
One you fight
To leave your memory
I want to watch as
Our last embers
Fade out of control
From the black coal
That turned to ashes.
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