blew the candles glow
saw your skin but you are not here
whenever I cross my leg
I remember how we made our swear
and when the long howls
coming from the moon and its hound
mirror at my face
thinking your blemish
I caused you from my wound
and I'm sitting here in the coney island
wondering where did my baby go
the flashback
the twilight
the rendezvous
sorry for not making you
my mistletoe
going moreover
drip from rims of candle lights
leaked the acid from my eyes
as it gets
going moreover
when the cut flares down
when the pain bleeds out
sorry for not making you mine
making you my
mistletoe
the bone fire from the tree trunk
the furnace full of gold slab
until we burn them into gray
our footsteps in the railway
with our traces in the hallway
we once used that place to play
until our cores would start to flay
and when I walk into the open door
I remembered the times we gazed the same
but I forgot that you were gone
and you won't ever wish
to recall again my name.
going moreover
fast the fall than as we bide
we fell so haste
than as we glide
and it gets
creeping me further
when your hues around
when I hear your sounds
sorry for not making you mine
making you my
mistletoe
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evermore
PoetryTaylor Swift's writing dexterities will always be my map. I find peace, affection, heartaches, and huge detrimental vulnerabilities in the lyrical composition of her songs, and evermore album alone can testify how tremendous her lyricism, imaginatio...
