Tattered and torn
A curtain sways in the morning breeze
You are no longer here
A ghost brushes against my cool cheeks
Roses surround a revelation
Nothing more than another obstacle,
Even the brightest chandelier dims to a dark room.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Tattered and torn
A curtain sways in the morning breeze
You are no longer here
A ghost brushes against my cool cheeks
Roses surround a revelation
Nothing more than another obstacle,
Even the brightest chandelier dims to a dark room.
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