Victoria

Cryptic message on my phone
You said that you couldn't be alone
Little anxious, tripping feet
Hoping that I don't have to compete
Voices in my head, twisted symphony
Each one wondering, what will be

To your garden through your gate
You won't mind if I'm a little late
Moonlit shadows, August night
Matchstick heart waiting to ignite

Shadow hesitates waiting for your sign
Light turns on and off, now's the time, now's the time for us

Will this be the last
Time I feel your breath
This moment soon will pass and be gone, so long

Open window, you appear
Your lovely face melts away no fear
Lightly touch you, trembling hand
Lifeless lips, did I misunderstand

Whispers we create behind broken doors
Frantically debate, we're no more, we're no more

Leave your garden, broken gait
You won't mind if I'm a little late



Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Stelton
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