ain't first, ain't last

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halfway, whereas you and i,
standing braver than its past.

a time that doesn't steal
the spark on your eyes
and the sincerest
brightness of your smile.

not to cover those pretty lies
in masking the disguise
but for you to peel-off
your wrapped up mind.

allow me.

allow me to help you carry
your abyss that is living inside
in your bones.

let me care for the tones of fears and
pressures in your nomadic words,
hidden  under the closet of
your galactic loads.

be honest with me.
i'd love to hear it out.

'til we get sobber together
either in sorrow or glee
'cause your lost sanity
is a melancholy to me.

let's find each other,
i don't mind if it takes longer.

with you i'll shout,
even cry harder.
and laugh at the
stupidest thing ever.

until we can't get enough
and chose to stare
in the stars of heaven
or in our unmoved ceiling.

this might be miles away
it will not make less—

for you are not any farther
'cause you live here.
yes, you've got a special place
in this beating vessel.

would you dare to come closer
and meet me halfway?