My necklace down the wishing well
For I so yearned I never fell 
A willow planted down the hall
To carve our names in once it's tall
Under street lamps, shattered glass
Just so you can watch the stars
Even the ghosts in the boneyard
At night so wish to know your heart
I pen my rhymes unabashed 
Any day could be my last
Yet to confess, I cannot dare 

What if you have no love to spare?

  • Author: weltschmerz (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2024 17:04
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