I wrote your name on the side of my shoe
to fade out as I walked near
you as near as
i feared.
the reality of waking old ghosts
this aging face of mine
shouldn't look back
fearless hearts.mirror images
broken vase and ruined plan
the only thing that comforts me more than music is silence
it has such a sweet embrace
and that bitter truth of emptiness
like a sky full of stars you
cant
touch
1 comment:
Oh wow! Well done, my dear.
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