No music,
Nothing left,
Sound is silent,
Wind lays low,
As we go,
Leaving,
Nothing,
Behind us,
I tend to,
Look back,
Turn around,
Glance at...
My review mirror,
Yet as you,
Squeeze my hand,
I realise,
There is no amount,
Of care, regret, doubt,
That can ever,
Change my past,
The only thing,
That I have,
Now that I,
Broke free,
Is the chance,
To make by my own actions,
The presence I,
Love to be in,
And my present,
Is you.
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Confetti falls, when the wall crumbles... |
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