https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQpgg2oFQSY
listening to The Byrds-Here Without You
like a wanderer that is lost forever and a day
wondering who is waiting somewhere so alone without a wish
writing ghosts with bitten fingertips, crimson lips on fire
so much to remember and forget, the frozen ache the steps we take and that secret winter within of so much damn desire;
Once there was a palace lost in a wilderness of infinite windows pining for love and shining like an eternal sunset shade,
Is it madness to want this need to feel yourself bleed inside without a way to hold who you wish most of all ?
Maybe it's the rain the waves of weather in the fall~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-09-28 at 01:16
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listening to The Byrds-Here Without You
Who Is Waiting
Maybe it's the rain and the waves of weather in the falllike a wanderer that is lost forever and a day
wondering who is waiting somewhere so alone without a wish
writing ghosts with bitten fingertips, crimson lips on fire
so much to remember and forget, the frozen ache the steps we take and that secret winter within of so much damn desire;
Once there was a palace lost in a wilderness of infinite windows pining for love and shining like an eternal sunset shade,
Is it madness to want this need to feel yourself bleed inside without a way to hold who you wish most of all ?
Maybe it's the rain the waves of weather in the fall~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 566 times
Written on 2016-09-28 at 01:16
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