Category: Airport floors
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Wondering
It seems to me like you’re building a fragile peace With the mundane, While pretending that this is life, That hiding is life, That living in fear is life, That allowing your inner passions To slowly fade is life. Life… So fragile… And yet, so sweet… I wonder, not less than I did before, When…
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Wet floor
Oh, the signs… All the signs pointing towards a safer path, Wet floor, Airport doors, Travelers, Arrivals and departures, Tight hugs and soft kisses, I am sitting down under the tree of your love, It has come to wish me well, To say farewell for the last time… I am taking my last flight, Is…
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Easier to
What purpose would it serve now, To tell you that I never stopped loving you… That every new dawn comes tattooed with your name, That your smile still lights up the gray days And that in my dreams, your soft voice still whispers my name. I don’t think anyone can love you as fiercely As…
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Everything and nothing
I don’t know how my words could have reached you, when your ears only opened the space for your prejudices… It always seems like I am everything and nothing at the same time, Like a soft breeze that touches you But you can’t see… Or the warm water that cleanses you But you hurry to…
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