Falling into the murk, I can make out your forbidden eyes
They're burnt with passion, a passion as bright as sunrise
Our hands barely meet before you start falling apart
We still have time, if you're enthralled to restart
Alas, falling feels like the blistering heat of sun
But it's better than the feeling of cold stares that you can't outrun
This cruel world kills you before time
Before completely falling, I should remind you that you were once mine
~ Inserting one of my favorite quotes by Paulo Coelho ~
"You drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it"
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Sombre Night Skies
PoetryPoetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn. ~ My own amassment of unuttered thoughts.
