This tiny room is closing in,
Can't find my place, where to begin.
We need to talk, just be sincere,
But it's too late, that much is clear.
Dim light flickers overhead,
Vape smoke dancing as it spreads.
You've got someone new in your bed...
I've got someone too, enough said.
We should talk it through tonight,
Break this cycle, make it right.
Before the pain cuts too deep inside,
Before another sleepless night.
I'm almost ready to confess,
But chills run down, I'm such a mess.
God give me strength to make this leap,
Show if this love is one to keep.
This room's too small for us both now,
And nothing left to figure out.
This smoke and doubt fill every breath,
Could not be true to ourselves...
To ourselves...
Tiny Room
© Copyright: Миша Биркин, 2024
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