Corona Queen

Staring out your window
You watched me play guitar
Drifting in and out of sleep
You listened from afar
Feeling the clawing of your curse
Hoping that it doesn't get worse
You spend your days wandering
Your inner universe
Moving pictures dance about
From reason to absurd
I'm feeling the clawing of your curse
Hoping that it doesn't get worse
I dreamed we were holding hands again
Gazing at the wonders that lied ahead
I don't know what I'd do
If you were dead
We've lost our taste of apathy
We're too far to return
Ventilated poetry, established pages turned
Feeling the clawing of your curse
Hoping that it doesn't get worse
I dreamed we were holding hands again
Gazing at the wonders that lied ahead
I don't know what I'd do
If you were dead
Drifting to sleep our passions glow
Into the air, like melting snow



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Deleon
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