• _rainfrost_ 53w

    Here's the new track! And I'm sorry for making you guys wait so much, I was in writer's block. *sighs*


    ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ 8: ������������

    All I know is, life was never the same. It was an ever-changing season, it was poetry written on the park benches in fall, one moment it's surreal, the next it's just emptiness. And I, I've tasted the happiness when I was young, and kept holding on to the aftertaste till I was seventeen.

    It was so sweet living life as a child, loving things without any reason and knowing nothing. Everyday was perfect. But perfect things, they come to fly far away and leave you with just memories.

    I had to move to Paris, leaving my small town behind. I worked at a coffee-shop, to earn a little money for my big dreams. But who was I to know you were the one I had dreamt my whole life.

    I saw you for the very first time in the coffee-shop, your baby blue eyes looking through mine, your child-like smile when you sat there with your love, sipping latte coffee with your love. I adored you from a distance, for I knew all the things you love aren't made for you.

    I remember the night when I wrote a letter for you, twisted in confessions like "I've loved you from a long time"s, but there was no guilt, and I had spilt coffee all over the sepia paper by mistake. And I left the letter on your seat, the next day.

    I was waiting for you in the rain porch, while the autumn sun was dying slowly in the cold river of breeze. The candles were fiddling their flames inpatiently inside the dim room, waiting to blow out when you come. And the sun had promised me to fade away when you show up. For you didn't want to see me in lights, you did't want anybody to know that I'm not mine; I'm yours. And somewhere inside I knew you could never be mine, and I'd lost the game before even rolling my dice.

    The evening light dying a little every minute, whispered to me if I'm sure. But how am I supposed to be now, when I've never been before. You showed up in your kermes-red car. Wheels crunched the jacinthe leaves underneath. You stood there, your hair golden blonde moving in the briny air. And the look in your face was bittersweet. The fall trees manifested a red sign in the last drop of afterglow, before turning to silhouettes.

    You came in my room, poured your heart out to me. Would've got drunk on your wine, but it wasn't for me. And then you took my heart off my sleeve and held it in your hands. You saw the love in my eyes, and placed a crown of poems and metaphors on my head. You let me in your golden cage, and I pretended that I didn't know the gold was fake this time.

    That night you held me like a cup of caffeine; those were some fleeting beautiful moments. But now, as this train tries to run on broken tracks, as the butterfly tries to fly higher on broken wings, everything seems to break a little more. I'm lying next to you, killing myself for I want to linger in your golden town. Hair stuck all over my sweaty cheeks like cobwebs, my heart's burning alone beside yours. I'm screaming silently but you don't seem to notice, or maybe you choose not to.

    Love is the loneliest and darkest trench, when you know you know you're the only one falling deeper into it. Maybe one day you'd leave me alone. For everything comes just to pass one day. And I always knew my love was a paper boat, and I made home on a sinking ship.



    Tell me when you're broken, I'll take you to a paradise where you aren't meant to belong. And I'll let you break the rules, just know that my world's always been yours.
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    ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ,
    ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢᴀʟᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴡɴ.
    ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ,
    ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ.

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    #ofcoffeestainsandfrenchwine

    Anddd alsooo, I've made a trailer/intro of this album that I've uploaded on insta. Link of my Instagram acc is in the bio. You can check it out, if you want to. ����

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