The spring came fall in retrospect
Bury me in shallow snow
If I could beg for a hand
Would it reach me in time?
Through time
Will it bring back the things we shared?
Would it matter?
Even for a blink of an eye that
Sheds a tear for feeling forgotten
No. Stop. Lying.
Floating. It's bliss.
The clear stream will never leave
Me wanting
For you are you eternal
And it's a beautiful day
And this, this is my truth
I promised myself upon a windowsill
Staring at the moon over a canal
I would never let myself
Fall astray
Even when you feel like you are an
Ashtray to the world
Cradling burned cigarettes
These knots were fashioned by design
Enforced upon maybe, but still mine
When will it end?
I never say never
Broken is this machine mending
Oh so slowly remembering
What it's like to stand tall
Most won't make the fall
I scratched your name on my leg today
But even that, I failed to let you stay.
Cruel are the games we pray.
Make ourselves the prey.
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