Growing Old with Her
The age has bloomed on my face, from the alternate timelines I play
Inside my head hoping that 1% chance comes true
Some lines come from the joy that floods my face and leaves a specific residue that shows growth
Some lines come from the stress leaking out my body that quickly gets dried up with my tears
My mind is constantly running as if I'm training for a marathon
Maybe if I stop running from myself I could settle down in this timeline
Only thing is I want to be in the same universe as you
So, my wrinkled life lines can slowly move to the art of you
p.s. I always love when we match...
Copyright © Roses Roses | Year Posted 2023
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