Every night, we flee from thoughts
our minds know we should share
for fear our curiosities
trump courtesy and care
until there's nothing left of us
fragile moments in dead air
A room of smiles, of laughs
of loneliness painted with despair
Every night, we flee from thoughts our minds know we should share for fear our curiosities trump courtesy and care until there's nothing left of us fragile moments in dead air A room of smiles, of laughs of loneliness painted with despair |
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