There is a thought
that holds my hands
sometimes to save me from drowning,
sometimes to drag me down.
The thought that
all you say
and all I say
will be part of all the noise
that this world has already lost.
This world that had witnessed us together
will soon forget us.
And we won’t feel a thing a that time,
however we may dread that day right now.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
There is a thought
that holds my hands
sometimes to save me from drowning,
sometimes to drag me down.
The thought that
all you say
and all I say
will be part of all the noise
that this world has already lost.
This world that had witnessed us together
will soon forget us.
And we won’t feel a thing a that time,
however we may dread that day right now.
