"Can I be her?"
I knew once I said..
The words lingering in the air,
I had lost you but I still wasn't quite prepared.
So for one and a half months,
I burned like a wick of a candle.
Melting and reforming into wax,
Until there was nothing left to burn,
And by then you were liquid in my mind to yearn.
The aftermath of a scented dream, Buried in the trash of a cold daydream. -Wolf10- Author: wolf10 ( Offline)
- Published: August 24th, 2019 15:20
- Category: Unclassified
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