❝So hold on to your glasses, we might fall
again in the process of forgetting all,
'cause writing down the tears and submitting our fears-
drowning in your own gin and juice isn't very bright,
I just hope darling, you won't get a winefright.❞
FIRST...
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Amidst the cool blues, soft like a cotton- dabbing my wounds; Oh my, I want you.
The voices are so loud, that you're the soaring high cloud, shining in your throne; while I'm just a stone- I'll fall down soon.
I reach up to you- stretching my arms as high as I could. People don't care, but they will soon after I grab you; A white gem so rare.
I ran up to the terrace, and as near as I would, you appeared closer; a mirage stood smiling at me, telling me I can, and I ran, to the end, till the bent. But you never came closer; Oh, a hand will you lend?
I wished upon a star, and saw it falling from you. I ran to catch- but instead I caught a bruise, Is this the overrated fruit?
The voices are so loud, that you're the soaring high cloud, shining in your throne; and I'm just a stone, but never I thought, I'd fall this soon.
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17.7.18
Rejection hurts. No matter how well you think you cope up, it always hurts.
