“How we need another soul to cling to.” ― Sylvia Plath
It happened like this
One day when everyone was asleep
Under starry blanketed sky
And today was slowly becoming yesterday
We woke up
Early
Morning was still night
Tomorrow was a dream
That we saw with our naked eyes
And we woke up
Early
Your masks were stolen
And you screamed, I don’t owe them a thing
Like the world needed an answer
An explanation for the face
That you wear now
Light will shine, I promise to my heart
Most probably again and again
exposing us to ourselves
before the morning
Before time
Early
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