Misplaced pride against these pages
High above the throne of all nebulas
open to the senses
true to the stars
a longing for you
The faint smell of incense
casting shadows on my soul
chanting incantations
next to the soft glow
of solar flames
burning down
my memories
Medications running out
Now all I have is you
Burning daylight
smoking on it's embers
a thoughtful reminder of my king
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Misplaced pride against these pages
High above the throne of all nebulas
open to the senses
true to the stars
a longing for you
The faint smell of incense
casting shadows on my soul
chanting incantations
next to the soft glow
of solar flames
burning down
my memories
Medications running out
Now all I have is you
Burning daylight
smoking on it's embers
a thoughtful reminder of my king
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