I let you in when I let no one else
Somehow you were already at hand
Because you took the back door in
And I couldn't predict you
I let you close when the curtains were down
You were the stars of plastic in my ceiling sky
Glowing for me when the lights went out
I couldn't predict you
And by now you're fluorescent no more
You're not illuminating my night
You took the back door out
And I couldn't predict you
I am the moth
You drew in
And made to ashes
I'm the nightfly
You let die
And I couldn't predict you
I really like this one.. :D
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You drew in
And made to ashes
I'm the nightfly
You let die
And I couldn't predict you"
And this part is just brilliant my friend.. Maan, I can never get tired of your poetry. :D <3
That part was what made me cry the other day... it's maybe embarrassing to have that happen to you over your own writing but then again, it's your emotions inside it, your soul. Maybe it's even easier to connect to it that way? All I know is that this part is good. Even I admit to it. ;) Awwww you're so sweet... thank you :)
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