Come into my mind in a charcoal silence.
Perhaps the time you chose was already mine.
Yet hers are the hours of your best feelings
And yours are the aches of her greatest lie.
Rest your head on my chest again.
Did the inner thoughts combine your words?
For mine is the heart that hisses blatantly
Yet yours is the love that speaks nothing at all.
Break the chains with my fingers.
I would have witstanded for so long...
And so mine could have been the second chance
But yours is the riddle of an unwanted love.
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