Impressions
Waiting in a dark room for your love,
I scribble your promises on my hand,
Breathing and dying like a trapped bird,
I fight with time again and again,
Will you let me write your story,
Will you let me bury my soul,
That screams your name on deaf ears,
And paints love for the blindfolds,
Will you let me write my story,
Will you let me bury your soul,
That crawls at my feet and cries,
To allow forgiveness to unfold,
In the dark room,
Where my impressions are incomplete,
And love will never repeat
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