Bright Baby

Dreaming about a BRIGHT you baby,
To keep my heart warm.
The days are getting colder,
I’ve found both the chaos and the calm.

Are we both still lingering in the avenues,
Where we painted the world gold.
No matter what they say our sacred love only grew.

Let our stories be told behind every torment we kept,
Or the wicked lies inside we kept.
Lied our personal heaven where we belonged,
The only walls that heard our love song.

In that moment we were infinite baby,
let those damned doubts hurry along.
Remember how you fell asleep,
Enveloped in my brittle broken loving bones…

I silenced your demons Baby I know,
Yes we paid our prices for this moment that changed us forever.
We do not need to promise no more baby
Because I know we will do nothing but remember forever ….!!!

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currently embarked on a spiritual journey of soul searching..i dun pray anymore as i've realised GOd is not outside..instead i sit in silience n try 2 reach da Divinity within...
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