The End...?
I hope our paths never cross again The we just remain ships passing far apart in the night and all I can see of you is the flashing red light on the horizon I just don't want to think of you in the way I used to
I think our stories been told again and again and again I'm a redundant poet after all and your the muse I keep coming back to The place I ink my pen the electricity in my fingers, every time I write your name
Now your just a blurry face in a foggy dream A voice I hear from far off corners a name that haunts the bad parts of this town flipping a coin under a street lamp a silhouette of a shadow
I never asked for you I never asked anything of you I just wanted you to be you I didn't know that's how I'd lose you
So far now, our story ends I'll throw a question mark on the words just because, for some strange reason deep down inside me There's lies the emancipated body of my hope It's not dead yet, but it's surely on it's way
I hope we never cross paths again I don't ever want to see your face again I don't want to hear that voice that soothed the beast inside me I don't want to swim in your eyes again Until I know I could tread forever
We're on the final page let's give the reader what they want