I could count these flowers, I could breathe this air,
Could stand the night awake, pretending to care.

You propose me to fall for you, into you,
But I don’t think you can catch me… So you’re soon
Gone… Like an announcement of storm.

You start to choke me, it’s time to go now,
I start putting my feet just right out of here..
You start to blow me, I need you somehow,
I start trembling and regreting to leave.

It wasn't supposed to happen…


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