the sun's last ember light
haunting over the city
like a ghost, ending the day
both of us on that balcony
our wide and bloodshot eyes
a smile on your warm and freckled face
these memories I hold on to
these memories keep me awake
its such a shame that were all destined
to fall back down from grace
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
the sun's last ember light
haunting over the city
like a ghost, ending the day
both of us on that balcony
our wide and bloodshot eyes
a smile on your warm and freckled face
these memories I hold on to
these memories keep me awake
its such a shame that were all destined
to fall back down from grace
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