Like the moon that parts the clouds every night
She comes to me again
The one that haunts my mind
The one I cannot find
With a voice like glass
and tasseled hair
With eyes that are longing
and sing of despair
The mists clear
The ravens cry
My heart erodes
and she is here
Whispering lullabies that leave me speechless.
Whole.
Running her hands across my cheek
fragile, so pale.
Our loves are one
ours souls are free
She disappears
Never to be











Comments
If it's not about someone, or a ghost (not that I figured that one
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Kittens are cat pupae. Ü
And the ghost was just because I'm feeling random today.
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I use antlers in all of my decorating!
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Thank you!
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I use antlers in all of my decorating!
I like how you start strong and resolve with a 'feather line'.
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Petals of grace, without your face
The lightest brush against your cheek
A packaged love, wrapped in 'sold out'
Restock (In limited quantities)
I'm pretty sure that it was a product of strong emotion in the beginning, but at the end it was more of a feeling that it really needs to get done. haha
Thanks for the fave too!
Glad that you truly like it.
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I use antlers in all of my decorating!
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