Vintage Notes…
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My mind wanders, Not quite ready To escape… In the moonless Night’s darkness I revel in Your crystal jail. My lips are sealed But Captive, My firefly soul Hopes Never to be let out…
This is where it ends… Finally and, At long last. It took me quite a while, I walked barefooted in the darkness Of my own lies. Waiting… Waiting, Patiently longing For a sunrise that wouldn’t come. Caught for days, months, Years… In a moonless night. Drunk, half of the time On your brilliant prose.…… Continue reading This is where it ends…