It's when you are about to cry and your world is getting blurrier with every passing moment.
You can see the street lights as soft glowing orbs and nothing more.
When the tears are threatening to spill out of your eyes like a long held silence,
About to burst like a balloon filled to capacity unable to hold more air inside.
Sliding down your cheeks like a waterfall,
Falling down reaching the right Earth to moisten the dry soil beneath your feet.
Stifle your sobs,
Just stop your crying.
It's the sign of the times.
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Source: kiwiharreh_ /ig
I wrote this when the song came out. 😅
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