eyes brimming with unavailing hot tears
a young bird said to me
life is out of reach, a corner street away
never thought I'd be here, four years later
filled with heavy breaths and dependency
building sandcastles out of fickle hope
I carve my name on wood
the carrottop hills and the horses, the days of fun
those days are long gone
those days are long gone.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 19th, 2022 18:43
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
You stunned me with "Life is out of reach." Such a beautiful dark expression. Only you... thanks
very dark romantic of me
thanks my guy!
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