In the echoes of silence
Am i hearing your voice?
In the gardens of weeds
Am i seeing a flower bloom?
Your scent is nigh,
Like the room's full of it.
In the coldness of your presence
Your embrace is my warmth.
Yet you, invariably flee
In my sight, in my arms.
Even in the deepest of night
I wait for you in my sleep.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
In the echoes of silence
Am i hearing your voice?
In the gardens of weeds
Am i seeing a flower bloom?
Your scent is nigh,
Like the room's full of it.
In the coldness of your presence
Your embrace is my warmth.
Yet you, invariably flee
In my sight, in my arms.
Even in the deepest of night
I wait for you in my sleep.
She's under the pipe dream that he is still there.
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