promise kept
to assure myself and you
everything's fine;
maybe this is the chance
to weave our own thread
to pull a trick on fate
if maybe once
but as I try to conjure
simple dreams to work their magic
our few lines still won't intertwine
they fall to the ground
as if to prove
I don't perform well at this form of art
now, as words disconnect
and lies lie down scattered
we're once more far apart
each of us in one different world
with demons inside; fear or regret
and once more time is building a wall
between us;
but I have no words to make it stop
it's just a pretense
and my utmost regret
that you're one of the few
who really do care
I hope I'll never forget
and maybe somewhere in time
I'll find a better way than
using worn-out phrases
to reveal what that does mean to me
Birth sign: Capricorn
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