I cannot burn for you in silence any longer.
The comet from which you started from,
Is spilling out of my veins,
You fire starter.
My thoughts are incoherent as I recall the explosion,
From which our lucid dreams joined together;
Holding hands, dancing under skies of ash
Nostalgia --
It was not snow that our footprints marked,
But it was the remains of,
Time we couldn't get back and,
Silences that wouldn't ever be filled.
All the misunderstandings exploded from caverns.
And here we are,
Two oblivious metronomes
Loving at the wrong times
And the wrong places
I love you.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
I cannot burn for you in silence any longer.
The comet from which you started from,
Is spilling out of my veins,
You fire starter.
My thoughts are incoherent as I recall the explosion,
From which our lucid dreams joined together;
Holding hands, dancing under skies of ash
Nostalgia --
It was not snow that our footprints marked,
But it was the remains of,
Time we couldn't get back and,
Silences that wouldn't ever be filled.
All the misunderstandings exploded from caverns.
And here we are,
Two oblivious metronomes
Loving at the wrong times
And the wrong places
I love you.
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