By
Transatlantic
Flights
Trips accross
Love lines
Closing
Your eyes
But it
Burns
From the lack
Of sleep
Or tears
For which
You can't
Produce
Anymore
Just
Like
Love
That feeling
She can't
Or won't
Produce
For you
Economy comfort
Doesn't
Bring comfort
To your
Fears
Turned
Into
Dreams
Only
Reality
When
You awake
Cabin pressure
Pressured
Thoughts
Over her
With
No place
to go
Transatlantic
Flights
Means
Good bye
For now
Good bye
Forever
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