Another Life.

“Maybe in another life ya?”

you whispered low,

A gentle lie to set the fire free,

A pretty way to turn around and go,

And walk away from responsibility.

How tiring it is, this foolish daydream,

Hoping for better skies we never sought,

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Watching our courage fade into a stream,

Losing a battle that we never fought.

We paint tomorrow with a graceful lie,

While letting what we have turn into rust,

Forgetting that we choose to live or die,

Not by a wish, but by our lack of trust.

How sad to hold the present in your hand,

and never care to make it truly last.

P.S. Listening to Norman Fucking Rockwell By Lana Del Rey