Illusion
What if we are both desperate?
Singing alone on the streets…
What if we are both wrong?
Nothing to claim, nothing to lose…
What if we are both regretting it?
(Because you want to find her
And I need something to do,
other than a couple memories of him)
What if…what if…
If I could have voiced
That I hoped you would hold me tight,
That we would not be one more lie,
That there was some sort of redemption in your arms?
Copyright © Morgana Moon | Year Posted 2020
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