This darknes
can’t be lit
by sunlight, moon
candles,
bulbs
of 100 wts or more.
I’m lost
walking blindly
stumbling, falling,
waiting for you
to hold my hand
and lead the way.
The darkness
in my being
can only be lit
by the one
holding my dreams.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
This darknes
can’t be lit
by sunlight, moon
candles,
bulbs
of 100 wts or more.
I’m lost
walking blindly
stumbling, falling,
waiting for you
to hold my hand
and lead the way.
The darkness
in my being
can only be lit
by the one
holding my dreams.
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