A promise

Gently shoving away
The dead leaves from the marble
Your name comes back
In damaged gold letters

Memories just can’t wait
To reach the surface of my eyes
A swarm of bees in my head
Cigarette smoke will push them away

Getting out through the main portal
Hanging to its cold iron for a second
To catch my breath and swear
That I’m not gonna come here again

The place where my rage lies
Buried with your bitter words
And with the silhouette of a life
Worth to be lived by someone else.


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