Many of my firsts, know
You as their reason.
You’ve been shelter to
My valuable lasts.
I know this album didn’t end well.
Many pages are still left. And
I believe, the most dangerous
Would be an incomplete past…
Stories with dotted lines…
“Could’ve”, “Would’ve”
Sharing their woes
Of difficult times…
Painting a picture
Often out of my own blood, cause
There are no colours in the world
To make this impossibility last.
So, I let you go, fairy!
I have demons to court
In my backyard.
While I revisit this lane again,
I’ll make sure to drop you a card.
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