Black ink melted by the side in the road
tiny puddle trickles along
draining any message or words to decode
Only an unopened box still wrapped in a bow
footprints dug out of dirt just walking away
singing coming from inside brings tears to the soul
Showers bury a gift connected to another
blanketing with fog eerie howl shout from a far
moonlight glows red peeking in written words my lover my lover
Music continues from where It may
still roaming unattached who was or is
Many years to pass will they finally lay
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
Black ink melted by the side in the road
tiny puddle trickles along
draining any message or words to decode
Only an unopened box still wrapped in a bow
footprints dug out of dirt just walking away
singing coming from inside brings tears to the soul
Showers bury a gift connected to another
blanketing with fog eerie howl shout from a far
moonlight glows red peeking in written words my lover my lover
Music continues from where It may
still roaming unattached who was or is
Many years to pass will they finally lay
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