Inspired from ROMA I write,
with much delight, a prequel to our daylight...
I understand your every worldly plight,
and try not to bother against my might.
Because I do not have enough foresight,
nor could I set the lost past upright.
Now that I see dreams crashing over night,
I continue holding on to abyss tight.
For I fail to curb my burning appetite,
and only wish to sit beside you in quite.
To transmit power, shouldering pain in spite,
Here I am, waiting for our another fresh daylight.
with much delight, a prequel to our daylight...
I understand your every worldly plight,
and try not to bother against my might.
Because I do not have enough foresight,
nor could I set the lost past upright.
Now that I see dreams crashing over night,
I continue holding on to abyss tight.
For I fail to curb my burning appetite,
and only wish to sit beside you in quite.
To transmit power, shouldering pain in spite,
Here I am, waiting for our another fresh daylight.
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