
I carry your name
like a heartbeat
Your porcelain tears
in my napalm palms
My languid thoughts
devoid of lightning
The only thing
that could have
woken you up
Familiar grey clouds
carry lost times
hiding shooting stars
of another universe
where you were mine
Paper crumpled grip
of our hands tightens
but a raindrop hits my eyes
The lost time vanishes
to a lost opportunity
with the break of dawn
and the realisation of reality
that you are still sleeping beside me
and still no lightning in my thoughts
as i live in another time, another dimension
not this one, where your hand slowly slips away from mine
🤯🤯🤯
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Thank you Ben 🤷♂️
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