[200] Changing Colours

It’s a sky fall around here
the rockets are exploding
to form stars
your eyes look golden
it feels safe to be in your arms
but I wish I was chosen
and not be just a luck formed by your cry
now I wish we were older
and leave what’s about to come all behind

I try to get out of a hill of sand
eyes closed I hear sound for the first time
egos shatter in succession
screams battle in unison
why does it still feel safe in your arms
even though I know it’s the last time
I’ll ever see comfort in those eyes

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