Feels like an era
There was a time that the night felt young,
All it needed was your smile to prolong,
I would live another day in anticipation,
Greeting you was a form of intimation,
That we survived the fall out of a night so dark,
Yet we search for a convincing spark,
Feels like an era I last excused myself off this rigmarole,
Nervousness grips me today, as a life is being stolen off this soul...
There was a time that the night felt young,
All it needed was your smile to prolong,
I would live another day in anticipation,
Greeting you was a form of intimation,
That we survived the fall out of a night so dark,
Yet we search for a convincing spark,
Feels like an era I last excused myself off this rigmarole,
Nervousness grips me today, as a life is being stolen off this soul...
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