Future
Really I thought you were mine
and no I am not talking about you
I am talking about my future
Healing comes with time
maybe I just forgot about you
or maybe I quit being a prover
I want them to align
my desires and reality
aim it perfectly like a shooter
feeling high and happy in an airline
countries, exploring cities
running away in a land cruiser
Copyright © MARWA ARBANI | Year Posted 2025
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