Between bein reel and being real
Grounding facts and dreamed dreams
Standing was I, sometimes feel so shy
for time and time still lies a question why
that sweetness takes a lifetime to arrive
a gleeful taste of paradise
before battling thots with a strive
in a split second vanish like a blush
no longer how long
or whether it sounds like a broken song
played on rustic gramophone
teaching mind to be strong
hearts to hold on
body to see beyond
saw a tall wall b/w us
built on never ending length
will u still be there tomorrow
are you even there now
hanging on just like I do
or is it just me wishing for you
in a mind so fragile-ly blue
love don wither
or so they tell me to
is it so I ponder ?
I choose to trust u
bombie {=^o^=}
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