NAPATSORN TREESAP

I am the air blowing to your door
Knocking for hours, days passed till dawn
Baby, came out, stop saying you’re sorry
Like you are the one who did us wrong
Stop standing another side of the door
I can’t be mad at what you’ve done
I can’t be mad that what ours is gone
I kept looking at your smiling faces
I kept listening to your identity room
Tell me all the secrets you try to keep
Does it hurt? Feeling pressure all this long
I’ll hold you through thick and thin forever more
Baby, I put the sword down if that’s what makes they proud
And you don’t have to make sound
My baby blue moon
Scotch broom in your old town
Does it mourn for our loss now?
Does it cry for our great vow?
Or does it burn with our love now?
It might say the same as me “I miss you”
Or it may say “I love you”
But you sacrifice my grave to the better doom
Sweetness of poetry which I love to prose to you
They might leave it unread at the mailbox of your new room
I’m here if you want me too
I still look at you the same
Even when we chase the new moon

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