Bad fortune

Under the moonlight
There you stood
Under false pretentions
Looking blankly,at my face

The slow movements
Along the cobbled street
I looked in your eyes
And was really in love

And i cry like some kind of broken toy
All the losses,now long gone
And i feel like a new born ruler
With a golden spoon stuffed in mouth

We made a dreamscape
Of old songs and words
But I did not know
How long would it stand

I was a loser
And you a freebird
Caught in an intellectual cage
I knew,you would not stay

Now the days they pass,like seconds
And the paths they never seem to converge
All the people now ready to crucify me
With bloodlust in their gaze

And now i cry like somekind of broken toy
Having travelled in some kind of circle
And i feel like so far from a paradise
In a place i used to call my home

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