In translation,
it is lost,
Unnavigable in your unchartered storms that lead me to this place
(our place)
once again
We are (were) but one
speaking and breathing those sweet moments,
oxygen levels none too steady,
but we were one, once
Lost in dreams of your other days
in the whispers that held me tight
and fought for me fiercely
safety taken for granted, for the folds were oh so deep
Lost in those words,
the ones that slipped away during the turbulance
that pride gobbled up and spit into hell’s entrance
The ones that are the only thing
that could have saved us
Honorable mention
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