oh, so lonely are the stop lights
like life we try to hide that keeps
us running hard
well, yes it’s a memory that keeps
hanging upon the apron strings of
souls who serve love upon a plate
of porcelain-hearts
Still, tears that shaped my heart
and somewhere broken dreams ;
willows weeping i catch their
tears in a cup of all my own heart
and i hear her voice in the night
and she hears my verse – i spend
eternally where we left off: i’m
tears she caught from me and what
she used to be and we’re forever
young: the kiss of a wish i wish
i could forget and the night has
it’s own voice /\/\/\
i wish i could never hear

:: 07-11-2015 ::

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