It was a cold night,
Drowned by my thoughts
I took a flight-
in my own past
that I thought I could fight
23:32, could I end it tonight?
We happened at
23rd in the evening,
11:32 PM that night
was enchanting-
to the point that I was blinded
and never imagine
that in our 23rd months of love,
you'll left me hanging.
23:32, could I end it tonight?
If I can fight it, can I take a flight?
-to move forward in the future,
I need to accept it tonight:
I was alone and broken
Yeah it was a cold night
Stop booking a flight to your past by reading old conversations. Forget them. Goodnight!
Published: April 6, 2022
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