In the darkest nights, you were my all time prince, my saviour, my salvation. I loved you whilst you loathed me for I was your daylight amuse, your opposite twin, your unbeatable sin.
As different as dark and light, we were. For how can a saint and sinner be equal? How can they be together? You gave me every reason to let go while I held to every hope to stay. Oh how childish of me? To think I could ever be yours and you be mine. Yet I know I would love you till the last star has burned i would still be yours but you would still not be mine, not this time, not ever.
I cry for a revolution: A mind and soul revolution, where there is no limits, and everything makes no sense
Saturday, 6 September 2014
Not mine, not ever
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