Consequence Over Passion
I chose passion over consequence
it seems that shook your confidence.
So close your eyes now and don’t fall to pieces
hide in fear of what the heart teaches.
The consequences were too heavy for you
lost all in that dull shade and hue
of the early morning, you wait for sunrise.
Tell yourself slowly count back from five.
So is this what my heart asks for falling,
inside my wrist the reminder is carving
the name of the one that I love tonight.
You fled from me in your fright.
For this question have you any sort of riposte,
answer me, what’s it feel like to be a ghost?
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