My words, your words

Buses come and buses go

Only victims here is time never standing still
Shadowplay with feelings
Projected on bloodied walls
We dare to dream and live life laughing
Balancing on thin strips of airways for our devastated promises
Songs to love, songs to dedicate, on voice mails registered
Forever engineered to perfection
Let the rain overstimulate the alchemy between us
Turning my stare to gold
A life, duality, Siamese memoirs
The notebook sets itself on fire
My words they do not wrong me
My words they do not wrong me
Your words
Your words
I miss your words
Dark cinema rooms of lust
We come alive, we come as one
And we try to adapt on this black swan event of serenity
When another question mark will mark the end of your frustration
Be free
And fly

 

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~ by AbsenceofTime on March 19, 2013.

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