Thursday, April 4, 2019

Relapse

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The same old song, playing on repeat
It was simple, the number twenty three
Craving for something sweet
But, where were we?

A mutual feeling that can't be labeled
Remedy for a low point that's not really new
Just an abstract button to be enabled
Those teeth still my favorite morning view

Trying my best, caught you off guard
Sometimes, it's not enough
Full of joy, but we both scarred
Sometimes, it gets rough

This weak soul already settled
Fulfilling our life all in your terms
Things like double standards, feeling dismantled
The laugh obeys, the tear confirms

Take it slow, darling
It's not a sprint, it's a marathon
If you allow me for one sure thing
To be something - you can count on