When I pass you in the hall,
My heart skips so many beats.
I don’t know if I can take it.
The never-stopping hollowness unfurls inside
At the thought of waving goodbye.
Day by day it goes by.
To me it’s as if it is the last,
I can’t help but feeling this way.
I see ahead of the curve,
Never learning to look back.
And all those castles that we built together
Crumbling right before my eyes.
When I paced the hall again,
You were not there anymore.
That day cold paralyzed my bones.
It was my choice
To step on that blue thin tightrope.
The sky washed over in dark purple grey,
Pouring out cold-hearted rain.
Our house consumed in flames,
And we walked fine on burning coals.
The heat tempted us to stay.
Choking on the smoke I held on to you.
Blinded by fear the only thing I saw was you.
In The Hall
© Copyright: Джеймс Грей, 2021
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