16 juli 2014

The sun never hurt, until now
The let down, followed by emptiness
The come down, followed by flight mode reverse
Clinging, cringing, crying.
Behind shades
As that mesmerizing tan kept burning
It was all counterfeit
An impossible paradox
How much you wanted me
As I made it impossible
Dreams are useless until they form into plans
And plans always fail
We will make a good story, or two
Nevertheless
I cannot believe your breath was taken away
By me
(From me)