As time is nothing, but tide that rises
after what follow
As I am nothing, but what’s left after you
swallow
I am a word that fled your mouth; a thought
resentfully shallow
I flutter and sparkle and shine and flatter
I am something that easily pass your mind
and matter
make you think about things twice, but
decide
‘No, with the direction I chose, after all,
I am satisfied.’
Leave me alone with my fear and desires
Love is but a thing that expire
Don’t hold me dear like you once did
That was the only thing pure and, after all,
dignified
Of all we kept close and hid
Of all the truths that made us liars
Of all dreams that fled those nights
Nothing could have taken me higher
Than the calm wind, the breath from your
chest
Soothing down the back of my neck
Playing on the wildest of fires
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