You are the weakness, my perfection
I'm searching for you, a dear reception
Timing counted up to this day
Driving and screaming, throw night away
We're something effortless, impossible if tried
I'm running to you but I run out of time
If this is it I'll gladly lose breath
Embrace the ending, for pursuit is death
I'm searching for you, a dear reception
Timing counted up to this day
Driving and screaming, throw night away
We're something effortless, impossible if tried
I'm running to you but I run out of time
If this is it I'll gladly lose breath
Embrace the ending, for pursuit is death
1 comment:
This is just a perfect poem. And man, do I love it like few other things.
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