We are slaves of the night,
thinking,
forever may not exist.
I failed, I stumbled,
but you were there
to remind me of tomorrow.
I may not be perfect,
but my heart
burns like ice.
We are slaves of the night,
you and I
are living stories.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
We are slaves of the night,
thinking,
forever may not exist.
I failed, I stumbled,
but you were there
to remind me of tomorrow.
I may not be perfect,
but my heart
burns like ice.
We are slaves of the night,
you and I
are living stories.
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