Tuesday, November 29, 2011
End of the world.
The skies are crashing,
And we run from the clouds,
They burst over us,
Just flooding us with memories.
I watch the place we used to love,
Fade away into ashes,
As it rain over the fire.
And we put off our hate,
All this rage and all the sorrow,
We let them drown,
Like they're never be tomorrow.
If its the end of the world,
Let me carve your way,
Away from every stone that falls,
From the dunes that cover me,
Later when I'm alone,
When you're nowhere to be found,
Away from these lightnings,
The thunder and the clouds,
That set fire to me.
If it was the end of the world,
I'd have you linger on my hold,
Finding reasons to stay longer,
When I held you tight,
When the flowers fade to petals,
Flying away like the lashes,
Of my eyes, wished upon.
Just to keep you here longer.
I take comfort from this rain,
I feel it numbing my senses,
Putting off my despair,
Pulling through my soul,
Like there's no tomorrow.
Like its the end of the world.
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