Paloma Castaneda - The Falling

Falling through the dark, empty holes in the
sky
His hand drifts closer, his arms extend to
mine
What is the purpose for innocence to die?
His smile holds secrets, a deviant shine
Clouds keep building beneath, only to dissipate
Nostalgic warm feelings, of faith and love
Falling through the sky, feeling my conscience
suffocate
His fingers follow to reach, and then shove
Deafening thunder clapse like metal on stone
His scarred skin touches mine, the fire lights
My heart will always be the one to loan
He will stay here through both daylights and
nights
Falling ceases to prevail, the bitter thoughts
fade
Oh treachery! Oh love! What a game I have
played

Paloma Castaneda

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