my hands save me from the sun
with a little burnt, a little too red
my little feet dancing around
the park is too wide, too quiet
but i let my heart as free as the bird
my feelings a little bit lighter
the dream of brooklyn bridge
we used to talk about
now it's just me
being the only one left
with the case i left on my loft
and baggage of what's left behind
our dreams
our future
our love
as i toast the bluest sky
the wine run through my red lips
i celebrate it all
the lost
the storms
the pain
i am free now
to be something i wanna be
to be someone i've never been before
to be the one... you hated before
// to be the old me, before you
10.09.23; 09.08pm
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