And yet you believe she’s going to call you.
Call you home.
Without holding a grudge
Without looking back,
And will ask you why everything was so black?
You’ll be voiceless, staring at her nervous face,
Tears dripping down, like life made you a clown, hair turned brown, but you’ll still hold her crown, take her to your town, will make her wear a gown,
looking back is not an option now,
You’ll ask her how?
“and i hope, still hope”.
She’ll hug you tight,
And will whisper, everything’s gonna be alright. .
And yet everything is still a dream, like she’s my queen, and that you have to figure out, you’re just reading, feeding-your soul, like dusk, wearing white musk.
The fragrance, the patience, the valence, is yet to be found.
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