All In the Past

Drugged with illusion, I stamp against the soils of my sins. Flapping off my paper wings I lose myself on the covers Of the streets. Still, you keep on unanswering me As your chest gets colder, As your shadow fades Within the me that You once possessed. Dawn is breaking in your eyes Making me unfall in love with you. You pull me in Like you were made for me. Losing all of my gravity, I grab your hand And we run in this rush That chases down the dawn. I glance at the you that Silently fades, breaking through my calm… You lie to me And tell me everything’s going To be just fine. But it’s not! You’re not the ever That I covet and I don’t need you More than ever. © 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila