Motel, Room 9
these hands cannot turn back time.
these eyes cannot unsee life.
these lips cannot taste your skin
and tonight, my mind will get no rest.
your hands cannot alter time.
your eyes are blinded by the night.
your lips dont know my skin anymore
because you've already lost your mind.
i was a dreamer, not a time traveler.
you are an optimist, not a realist.
we were teenagers.
i am restless.
and tonight, we will meet again
for the first time.
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