Should we wander?
So little do we know what waits for us out there
in the cruel cold.
I left
to sink or swim.
Myriad stories begin to unfold.
Far better to burn me
just to be sure,
better safe than sorry,
I’ve no desire to return,
I would never hate you;
in this brief existence
you were meaning;
a stake too high,
so light it on fire
or throw me from a cliff
& see if I can fly.
I will traverse the universe
to fathom you,
my endless one.
Lover, rogue, gentleman, demon;
magic you from crooked fingers
so we can be cursed together
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Author:
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Comments1
when love is so far out of reach
for a lost generation
all they can do, is fantastically dramatize - it
as a fantasy concept, so devoid of realism
we can hardly recognise, what they're talking about...
what a pathetic regression
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