You,me or us?
I dream of those huge mansions Empty from inside I dream of those small rooms Filled with chatter and life
I remember those days When you were a cloud And just look at you now A moon so bright Hiding behind my sight
Everything happens for a reason What we see isn't always right Was this true? Or just meant to be a might?
I remember my hot tears Freezing now and then I remember my dying shouts Breaking now and when
I remember your smiling face Now marred with discontent I remember your bloodied wrist And the red essence(a hewed tenant )
I see you smiling with them I wish to join But reminded of old days I turn away in fright....
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