The Perfect Midnight
Have you called me a stranger
yet while I'm unlearning your name
our story rests in your drawer
on a dusty half page
All the tears I have cried for you
carried me away into the night
the stars used to be dancing,
now I'm blinded by the light
All the promises made
could fill up a cup
but when I was thirsty for it
it's been dry from the start
You triggered my guilt
And i tripped over it hard
Have you called me your stranger?
Have you named me your art?
Beautiful 👌🏻
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