whirling little dreams
spining around within me
cutting through the shades
tramsmute my injured psyche
my abandoned child within
bring him from out of darkness
freed from that cold, remote place
where memories become ghosts
where part of us becomes lost
and tell him that i need him
and that i truly love him
and bring him back home
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
whirling little dreams
spining around within me
cutting through the shades
tramsmute my injured psyche
my abandoned child within
bring him from out of darkness
freed from that cold, remote place
where memories become ghosts
where part of us becomes lost
and tell him that i need him
and that i truly love him
and bring him back home
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