And here I burn,
With no flame,
And no smoke,
My flesh hurts,
Unable to inhale,
I choke.
For how much time does one breathe last?
Is it enough to re-live the past?
Of pains and pleasures,
Of misfortunes and treasures,
Of promises of love,
While staring at skies above,
Building our castle on clouds,
And catching freshwater trouts,
With pocket full of sands,
Our sweaty intertwined hands.
It was all real to me yet you feel it was fake,
I was burned before, but just so much I can take,
Should I let myself rest?
And finally find solace?
Is this last breath worth it?
Or shall I rest my case?
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