Moon shadows follow
my every thought,
the cold tags at the back of my heel.
I feel as hollow as a dead oak,
on these nights,
that my heart is pained by the air
that separates us.
only time can expel this void.
faded tarnish and dying neon,
is a haze I lift to my eyes.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Moon shadows follow
my every thought,
the cold tags at the back of my heel.
I feel as hollow as a dead oak,
on these nights,
that my heart is pained by the air
that separates us.
only time can expel this void.
faded tarnish and dying neon,
is a haze I lift to my eyes.
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