A cup of coffee after another —
I tried hiding behind a memory,
Only to be caught by the thought
Of losing you.
But above, an aerial war zone,
Whose fragments fall down
Like soldiers returning home,
Becomes louder than fear.
Loud flashes of light never stopped
Nor did they bother me at all.
In fact, I would keep one in a jar,
But I already have thousands within.
You’d say I must be mad
For wanting the city to drown,
But a song can’t save me now,
So I’ll just listen to the rain.
Jul 12, 2022
Jul 12, 2022 at 1:16 AM UTC
A cup of coffee after another —
I tried hiding behind a memory,
Only to be caught by the thought
Of losing you.
But above, an aerial war zone,
Whose fragments fall down
Like soldiers returning home,
Becomes louder than fear.
Loud flashes of light never stopped
Nor did they bother me at all.
In fact, I would keep one in a jar,
But I already have thousands within.
You’d say I must be mad
For wanting the city to drown,
But a song can’t save me now,
So I’ll just listen to the rain.
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