on the very verge
of breaking a promise
there was a line made of hope and sun
so it was not done
this delicate balance
will be in place
until ______ breaks
(insert: you, me, everything)
and my world is falling apart
all power i had over it - crumbling
too much pain is sometimes numbing
it's time for a rewiring, restart
no perfection lasts -
everything breaks so easily
but trying to reach
heaven will be my demise, i see
sun is not made for me, i know
so, to the stars, into the night, i will go.
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