YOU CHOSE COLD, I CHOSE CLOSURE ~BY KERRY OKEYO
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.
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I have touched the farthest ends of oceans
Thrust my head into the mouths of sharks
Who would have thought, he would be a fallen knight,
What happened to you?
Are you lost in the shadows of your past?
Afraid to stand in the light of your present?
I’m not a distant lover
Maybe just a dormant one
Not your ideal expectation of love
Two straws and a Long Island
Our eyes met like a breeze of stolen glances
The Chariot [ Because I could not stop for Death ]
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,