Before closing the door from the outside…


Sometimes I still think of you
Like closing my eyes in the middle of the storm
Like dying from a paper cut
Too deep, too profound our souls once entwined

Sometimes I still feel you here
Like the warmth of the sunrise
Like the black waters of the hopeless
Too hard, too brutal is the path of time

Sometimes I still miss your touch
Like the ease of the night
Like the light of the firefly
Too real, too vain my life has become without you

Sometimes I still feel certain devotion
Like the lie that we once were
Like the fundamental pain that is hidden in love
Sometimes I still imagine your face and I wonder… why?


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