Shadows creep, darkness crawls,
Across my cheek, into my all.
The sour words you speak,
Makes my mind weak.
As light restores the call.
Emotion lost, emotion found.
My fingers crossed.
May luck abound.
Tell me softly thy love,
As winter blinds a burning stove.
To caress my selfless thoughts,
As hindsight ought.
In love of you I linger,
As pain with you a stranger.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 11th, 2025 12:08
- Category: Unclassified
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