Proxima Centauri from Mediocre Madness by FALLOR

If I could read it through I would
Something gives, my way is wrong
And who is right, to be understood
All the way, for far too long
You were gone, i guess

I've come to say, touch the ends of me
I long to stay, and still you watch me leave
I'm talking to empty streets, to hear my love call
From all these lightyears away

Somehow moving it around
Never through, never bound
A breath, a smile, that's all it takes
In plain sight, there might be a place
But it's alright, I could just lie
Take your time, won't ask you why

I'm here to wait, I linger through
That’s all I know, how to do


From several light years away
Questions I'll never ask
Trouble I'll never drink
Borders I'll never pass
Ink me blue

Touch now, for once drown, in my head, with no fear
Light-years, maybe night-gears, maybe strong fears, maybe LOVE

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