Satellites on my skin, following closely each grin, that you're overlooking
While others thirst in, shadows across the floor you’re
entangled with the past
Way too proud in the present to make something good last
You think you have power, but where does it reside in?
Wake up,
unless you want it to be too late to …gasp
Why sabotage yourself when feasting crows wait in?
The storms carved a dark home within
My manners have left the mundane and I spin
And thread memories on a spindle,
Grimm seem the clouds, but you win
My heart each time
I see you smile
And I cry … for all the joy brought in a pile.
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