"angels flitting through the clouds
eyes above, and so below
we hide our faces, blush and pout
nothing that we said was meant
to sound like what came out our mouths
and though we each wish fervently
the other could come off as well
as they could in our wildest dreams
(and theirs as well), as waters swell
we know the chance we both so want
has punctured, and is sinking fast
if either of us has the sense
to shut up -
let this moment pass!
it isn't what we both intended
now, it can't be guided back
- oh, now -
here comes the ground, and
after we crash -
how do we just fade to black?"
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