There once was an extravagant tree
Strong and tall with...
The wind whispers a song so exuberantly beautiful
As the moon and stars waltz within an ebony sky...
Words hover on trembling lips
While the heart yearns for a love...
Night cascades over the horizon,
Elegantly reclaiming its throne...
Her footsteps are already worn
Into the ground that leads away...
Her eyes weren't yours
As they stared up at me...
Watch the disheartened defender bleed
As their belovedly despised sword drags behind...
A hope for comfort
Within chaos so binded...
Do you hear the ghost of me
Just as I have felt the ghost of you...
She flows like a river -
Both soft and steady, rough and choppy...
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I miss the conversations, I miss the feeling of being understood, |