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By Ann Skrilec Submitted by annski808 Date: 2024 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2024.04.06.09.12.4350]] |
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Maybe next time I’ll be the right one The pages in my book are bleeding My tears are rolling in the air Salty crispy miseries It tastes bitter Gripping through your blind anonymous memories Touching your face in my dreams Illusions hurt like an unreciprocated greeting Morning touches the sun Blazing and burning Like your empty gaze It hurts to love someone like you Too good to be true All smokes and mirrors I love you yesterday It was all in the past Mirrors aghast I gotta let go Losing strength and faith Maybe next lifetime I’ll be the right one for you When I am able to wrap you around With golden suture and diamond veil But for now, I will love you from a distance Through this glass Of vain and vanity Burning through eternity |