I sent off my heart today,
in folds of ink and moth's wings.
I whispered a wish and let go,
so it could flit across the waters.
When it reaches you,
will you hold it close, and set me free?
Or will you burn it,
and let my prayers rise to the heavens?
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
I sent off my heart today,
in folds of ink and moth's wings.
I whispered a wish and let go,
so it could flit across the waters.
When it reaches you,
will you hold it close, and set me free?
Or will you burn it,
and let my prayers rise to the heavens?
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