Hold me tight before I let you go,
Hold on, as winter makes my heart collapse,
Turning it into snow as hard as rock.
I'm dancing in the dark on my feet,
Hoping to hold you close,
Imagining us in the darkest room,
Hands locked in a way I'd never lose grip on this feeling.
High in my room, searching for the shadows,
Heaven knows what I want to ask you—
Is it love? Is it scarcity?
Is it the scars you last drew on my hand,
Or the words you said, "I'm yours, you're mine"?
We're young and beautiful—so don't let me go.
Even if it's what you want, let's not drift too far,
For my fears follow me like the darkest nightmares.
We're born to die, so while we're still alive,
Let's not stop this here.
Where it ends, neither you nor I know,
But the scarcity I hold could ruin your mind.
No matter if you love grey clouds and I love daylight,
In the end, I am the darkest night and you, the brightest day.
Hold me tight before you go,
Even if it feels wrong tonight,
I'll carry the regrets to my grave.
So for this last time, let's hold on a little longer.
Don't let go before I move away.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
