We were the both ends of flowing conversation
You said it will always flows
I thought we are the end as it goes
Uncounted words every three minutes
Listen, your mouth only capable of breathing out cold
I could only hear my own words running to reach your full heart, begging for your less
than a handful sentence;
short, blurred, unthoughtful
Yet you only listen to the song of pretty bird
I would die only to nurture that bird
Through whosever mouth it is, I’ll keep you safe, I’ll keep you happy
And making you to be the best version of yourself
The pain of it equals your full life with the other
Without even once it comes to your senses
That I can only wait for you to come back from your own high
Until then I’ll bleed myself dry
It is a pleasure though
For me to do so.
You said it will always flows
I thought we are the end as it goes
Uncounted words every three minutes
Listen, your mouth only capable of breathing out cold
I could only hear my own words running to reach your full heart, begging for your less
than a handful sentence;
short, blurred, unthoughtful
Yet you only listen to the song of pretty bird
I would die only to nurture that bird
Through whosever mouth it is, I’ll keep you safe, I’ll keep you happy
And making you to be the best version of yourself
The pain of it equals your full life with the other
Without even once it comes to your senses
That I can only wait for you to come back from your own high
Until then I’ll bleed myself dry
It is a pleasure though
For me to do so.
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