The moment our eyes locked upon the landscape we skipped.
Perhaps I felt the longing craving that it was time. My lips on yours.
The moment is near yet progressively fading into the midst of confusion.
I embraced every moment we spent together, only to realize that I was in need for more.
I am afraid to let you know, for you become aware possibly you may run.
Run to a realm were you can live solemnly by your ideology.
A place where I am no one, yet someone.
Babe, will you let me?
The sweet sorrow lays on your hands.
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