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something im currently working on. i know i havent written in a while, ive been busy. deal with it.
When our world seems like it will be over,
When they tear us apart still desperately clawing for one another,
And our tears and cries of mercy fall on deaf ears
To those who plot against us
I will reach for and embrace you,
And it will be exactly like the first time we touched,
When we both knew we belonged there. At that moment.
At that place.
Chrysanthemums piercing through winter snow,
Defying what loss lay around them;
Without the true knowledge of what is to come,
Without fear and anxiety,
And only a need for certainty and complacency
We take our places on stage and play our parts.
When our world seems like it will be over,
When they tear us apart still desperately clawing for one another,
And our tears and cries of mercy fall on deaf ears
To those who plot against us
I will reach for and embrace you,
And it will be exactly like the first time we touched,
When we both knew we belonged there. At that moment.
At that place.
Chrysanthemums piercing through winter snow,
Defying what loss lay around them;
Without the true knowledge of what is to come,
Without fear and anxiety,
And only a need for certainty and complacency
We take our places on stage and play our parts.