such an ironic day
should I just run back to the place where we met
by we I mean me and I
you know the two different me's
the identities that blended to create esta cara
the one that owns the hands that type away
writing away at emotions and metaphors
that secretly write to her lover
her best friend
is it okay to run back to our paradise
it's daunting that you are feeling that way
and that I am in a completely different place
like I said, I wish we met some other time
in another life time perhaps; we had
or so I like to believe
I feel something calling me back
maybe it's the ocean waves
or the desire to be close to a memory
to grasp it and keep it from fading away
perhaps I want an outlet to perform
to be surrounded by art
Maybe because we never have had a proper goodbye
the story is continuously writing itself
I'm too eager for the same escape
but it's different
who knows what awaits
I never thought that I'd find you
And I hope the next finds you soon,
to calm that heart of yours
I act strong, perhaps I'm not acting
and I am strong
I just like to believe that I'm pretending
and then I stop to breathe
to just think
maybe I shouldn't run back
Maybe I shouldn't run at all.
or rather run in a different direction
Stop looking for faces that bring the comfort that was us
It's really ironic
maybe we need to go back to where we begun to start again
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