In this barren land,
Who is to stop the hurricane approaching me?
I felt for your hand, but illusion fooled me.
I run from our tangles of mess and bliss surrounding the wind,
Wishing I was in a dream
And someone will save me from hearing my scream.
Our love is obscured
From the shadows of judgements from them,
As I walk blindfolded in this treacherous dream.
I want to reach and heal your wounds.
Fate makes it harder for me
As I follow our memory’s trail and journey towards the end in a whim.
But the anguish of waves crash on me,
The melancholic tears of the clouds pour on me,
The smell of a burnt nature coughs me up.
But I promise
To find my way back to you,
With our memories.
Originally written on Commaful.
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