3 A.M flashbacks
questions with clear answers
but concealed from your heart
covered by sheets called friendship
even though it felt more than that
your arms, they brought a peculiar warmth
but you are in chains, locked up
afraid to reveal the different color you have
keys buried within the soils of self denial
patience melting away like a lighted candle
path which you are willing to take still left unchosen
to be happy or to be right? two life's choices.
tick-tocks munching away moments which shud've been ours
now, the fire - your light - was already put out
the flame you wished to keep burning with unconditional love
I am the path you did not plan to take from the start; now an option
but aren't meant to be's are still arent' meant to be's
flip the page now, I'm just another chapter
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written at 3am, image from: deviantart.com
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