• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 11
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when would I finally fall?

It doesn't take an invisible poet
To write on invisible things
To breathe in the feeling of change
Breathe out verses and dreams
You remind me of my darling
Her love smelled like orange
Her long black hair on her shoulder
She offers me hopes I knock out
It's so vulnerable
It's delicate, would easily fall
And when my love hits the ground
I can't see anything at all

What kind of spark do you see
The ones that leave marks on me?
What kind of roads do you need
To drive me off fragile blue tears
Every design and structure would be
Too weak to resist your soft skin
But when would I finally fall?
Into your knees to get back to me