i pray that i get it right this time.

 

 I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness, and yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them.

— Frédéric Chopin.

 

 

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you already saw the dark clouds
looming above the gentle waves.
the tide got higher and more violent
and yet, you still set sail.

i see the boat you are on about to capsize,
but i will not see you ashore.
your ship will not come back in one piece,
because it was not at all the vessel you boasted of.

hello, tidal waves.
you were uncalled for
and an absolute horror
to have around.

goodbye, sailboat.
you once promised infinity
and beyond its reality
so much so that it became unbelievable.

hopes so high
that we were too close to the sun
and the sails burnt out
with nothing else but disappointment.

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M. 

 

maybe we'll be alright.

 

devil on my shoulder tellin' me i'll die soon.
i don't really want that to impact you.
but i don't know, maybe i'm just pranoid.
i just want the best of you,
i just want what's left of you.