My heart is about
to leave, ready to ascend
then hover away
on the dusked wings of
her before my woe-hardened
rib cage could shatter
her. An exodus
of the chosen ****** is her
new purpose to find
peace in the embrace,
the horizon's snowy clouds.
I would go after
her, but I'm rooted
here; this mandrake soil does not
let me depart, so
I let her set sail
and ask to be the very
sight of me; just to
watch over you while
you're about to blaze the new
path... From here, her bird's-eye view.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
My heart is about
to leave, ready to ascend
then hover away
on the dusked wings of
her before my woe-hardened
rib cage could shatter
her. An exodus
of the chosen ****** is her
new purpose to find
peace in the embrace,
the horizon's snowy clouds.
I would go after
her, but I'm rooted
here; this mandrake soil does not
let me depart, so
I let her set sail
and ask to be the very
sight of me; just to
watch over you while
you're about to blaze the new
path... From here, her bird's-eye view.
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