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Mar 2020
The only thing I ask of you,
is only at least one last chance.
The only thing I want from you,
is just your hand and one last dance

I've been through many sleepless nights,
I haven’t come out of the dark.
I keep remembering our fights
and our kisses at the park

I long so strong for you to see us,
as only lovers..I'm not your friend.
I want to feel the ground beneath us,
I want the time and space to bend.

But by the morning I realize,
all of those lies before my eyes
and I can hope to yet be dead,
as I am crawling beneath my bed.
Written by
Adonis Yerasimou  26/M/Limassol, Cyprus
(26/M/Limassol, Cyprus)   
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