Across my window in my balcony
I stared at twilight’s kiss
So pure in its orange gaze
Wishing as I stared to be yours
Careless and stupid of me
The reality I struggle to accept
Truthfully I have no choice
In dreamland have I lived for so long
The present is here which I most accept
It hurts..
I hurt..
It’s not okay yet I pretend..
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