Sunday, October 4, 2015

Waltz (in Cm)




I'm writing a letter
it's the 9th of November
I'm pouring my heart out
in cursive, in ink

there's no use in fighting
the words i'm reciting
because there's nothing left
i'm a shell of a man

you left
irrelevance, commotion
my last breath
before I drown in a sea of your

la da da da da da da da da da 

I'm light as a feather
floating towards forever
there's no use in fighting
what is or will be

a story worth telling
a presence compelling
a mistress in bed
with a song in her heart

you left
irrelevance, commotion
my last breath
before I drown in a sea of your

la da da da da da da da da da 


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