Can't see my way out
but I'm refusing to light the candle.
Sitting in the middle of the room
with the ghost of the past
that haunts me with memories.
I'm dormant to everyone but you.
Blossom when I'm with you.
A part of me wants to let go,
but heart decides how it goes.
Stuck in a dark room.
Knowing how to run away
but there's a little hope
that prevents me from running.
I hear your voice, calling my name but...
That's not you.
That's the voice of the past.
When you were still you.
When we were still us.
When I was outside the dark room.
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