Forbidden promises

on

And my voice fades through the dawn

I’m waiting for time to run

Lights off, night down…

Here is the last sense of compassion for us

In beauty, for all that is worth

Mad season, swell season… Our season

Not a wind of spring, nor a thunder of fall

And your voice fades into the flaws in my memory

Forbidden promises

Are we too old to defy destiny?

Are we too young to ignite the catastrophe?

And I feel like I’m home when I’m with you

The illusion of the biggest fool

And we fade into the alluring trades of love… For good… For now…

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