I ran through the castle that I call your heart,
Lost in a Labyrinth I can't get out of so far,
Pictures of you and I on the walls,
Making me smile and drowning the screaming thoughts.
Looking for the key in the middle of it,
The only one that fits.
It's old and rusted but shines like gold in the light of your smile,
I wanna get out of the exile.
Chasing me down the rose garden,
Now I'm trying not be a burden.
You take calls and I feel us drifting away,
I don't want to leave this way.
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
