
The clock strikes three
As we breathe differently
Words clutched by sealed lips
Mouthed by how our heartbeats skip.
The world stopped moving as it seems
Held by all our previous dreams
With what could have been or should've not
You say, I say, we gave it a shot.
There we were, sitting silently
Aboard in the train of irony
Armed with phrases we never used
But left us wounded, hurt and bruised
The things we've said, burned the years
Of what should've been mornings, instead of tears
We sat in silence that never got broken
Unlike our promises, and words unspoken.
We felt dawn and I closed my eyes
Deafened by the screaming sound of goodbye
The last thing you've said was the sound of the door
There I sat in silence, and drowned in it more.
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