In the red dusk of the desert with folded umbrella,
I am waiting in the ruins for you.
Touch me with your eyes for my arms aren't enough to hold you,
Breathe life into the shadows of my eyes.
This flutter of my heartbeat is the sign of the approaching storm,
Tearing apart my hopes has always been my favorite tune.
Maybe this traitorous moon was at fault,
cause the fireflies aren't enough to lighten up my world.
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 1:52 PM UTC
In the red dusk of the desert with folded umbrella,
I am waiting in the ruins for you.
Touch me with your eyes for my arms aren't enough to hold you,
Breathe life into the shadows of my eyes.
This flutter of my heartbeat is the sign of the approaching storm,
Tearing apart my hopes has always been my favorite tune.
Maybe this traitorous moon was at fault,
cause the fireflies aren't enough to lighten up my world.
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