Two souls on fire: lost their love not to one another but to heartless snakes undercover. While decades disappear like sinking ships as hope fades to a dusty fairytale, and the fear enlarges cuz nothing is assured.
The mind is a poison-castle in the sky, while we’re chained, watching the draw bridge closing! Were the dreams roll high. Were the wind don’t blow - out here the good girls die. The sky won’t snow. And the emotions won’t show. Out here every guy lies. Out here the bird don’t sing. Out here the field don’t grow. Out here the bell don’t ring. Out here we’re only aging.
As a cinderella I can’t you go to sleep - its such a bitter form of refuge, cuz’ all the kingdoms are under siege, everybody needs me, while there’s no magic in the midnight sun, cuz’ I left it back in Mars month - in the cadence of one young man’s eyes - were the dreams rolled high.
There are days when outside, passing a window, I see my reflection, and I long for that mirrored perspective of when we’d be together at last. You shoulda’ spend more time with me, Love. I promise you’d find strong love. I would possess your heart! But I wasn’t allowed by the destiny to...
Life goes easy on me, most of the time. And so it is: The shorter story - no love, no glory. No hero in my sky. I can’t take my eyes off of you. But we’ll both forget the warm breeze, the colder water and the pupil in denial.
Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to leave it all behind?
I can’t take my mind off of you, until I find somebody new.
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