Miles Away

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The sky, she keeps her colours -
always falling for the sunrise.
Although people disappear like
clouds, you and I remain the same.

Always hunted by the thoughts,
you hide your face beneath my pillow,
simply wishing to forget about it.
I know that feeling - after many sleepless 
nights, I shut the door and hope that
no one calls us.

You wrap your hands around our sunset,
the ocean's waves, they'll drag us slowly in...
Your sickness is a journey, I don't want to go on.
If we have not met at the foothills, 
let’s not meet in the mountains.