Simple


Far fetched and far from,
No time, but the night's young...

No fight for the might?
I gave all I lack.
I'm not scared of moving on,
I'm scared of going back.
I understand the smoke,
but I don't see the logic.
I traced back my steps,
to fix where I lost it.
But talking to a wall,
won't make it a fence.
My deepest apologizes
for everything we missed...

Far fetched and far from,
no time, the night's young.
As they say the story goes,
Woe for the chapter
Not for it's close.

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