At our next rendezvous
2018/06/02 02:01am
An hour before 3:00
The time when you mostly ask me:
"Why are you still awake?"
The same time you ended it all with:
"So I don't care about your pleas"
I have tried to forget;
I attempted to live by myself
Been homeless inside for years
Thought I found a safe haven knowing I'm part of your ribs
But you can't accept the fact
So you don't even try to hesitate to look back for the second time.
After all, you've found me a mess
So it's pretty known,
I have once been a mess, and will always be a mess
Till you pick me up again
And bathe me with your company.
That time , I suppose, will come
In a Neverland, where that won't happen
For we're all gonna die, anyway
And this love too.
Maybe next dimension will be our right rendezvous.
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