Bury the Past, Don’t Let it Bloom.
Can’t help but hear the “for now” at the end the sentence
Different lips, same words (I love you)
The whole room spinning
Damage of old love infinite
Feelings explored no innocence
Different hands, same caress (I need you)
New sensation, a ghost whisper trailing behind new touch
Reminding nothing last forever
Two steps forward
A million steps regressed


















