Petrichor

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And if there's a future

Then it's not in this life,

No day or night 

Can be the answer to 

The question that keeps 

Us on the edge, too scared 

To pledge forwards or backwards

We could fall and 

It wouldn't matter at all. 

I want to be able to hold you

And feel you,

But nights are short and 

Summer is shorter.

Oh what would my father think 

Of his daughter

If he caught her 

Thinking these thoughts

Lying and conniving,

Playing a role and earning 

False trust in the name of 

Attention seeking lust, 

Not love,

Let's be clear.

But my future is almost here.