It was a saturday night, not the typical one
It was the night of my dreams
I still wonder how all the events took place and i got your hand right into mine
Your hands left the imprints on my body like i was some art and you were the artist
Trying to understand the art
Somehow heart and mind are convinced that it wasn’t black and white what we felt,
It was golden, like the shining one
We were what our hearts wanted and desired
We were what we truly felt through each other
But there’s something else too
It’s the mess i’m covered into
Clinging onto my feets like i belong there
As much as i’m trying to come to the shore,
I’m drowning into this more and more
Finding it hard to keep trying,
It would be as easy as dying
But then, something happened
I saw the light coming through all the windows and doors,
It was you!
You came and held my hand and pulled me out of the mess,
While i was lying on the cold floor
I still am a mess, but yours to clean!
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