14 de noviembre de 2014

spaces between us keep getting deeper

I'm not the only one breathing fire.
Or getting lost between my cold sheets.
Right now your pain is stuck in my chest.
My eyes are burning without letting a tear fall.
I'm paralyzed, not able to move or to give a step back.
I'm tied down to your anchor, in the loneliest corner of the ocean.

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