In an ocean of thoughts
I gasped for my last breath.
I was a dead city then
and I am a city of brisk air now.
In a matter of fact,
I'm ascending
to be someone else.
I was a runaway girl in light clothes
and cigarettes was the thought that I cling to
but I started caring about you and it all became a dust of ashes
just like everything else turned to shy.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
In an ocean of thoughts
I gasped for my last breath.
I was a dead city then
and I am a city of brisk air now.
In a matter of fact,
I'm ascending
to be someone else.
I was a runaway girl in light clothes
and cigarettes was the thought that I cling to
but I started caring about you and it all became a dust of ashes
just like everything else turned to shy.
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