The tiny drops of water hanging loosely on my hair,
These eyelashes,
It feels heavy to look through a midnight moon
My lungs collapse in a winter's cold
My tears are frozen on the inside
The blood prints of my feet...
trailing my path,
My present fails as it fades
This heart beats on
As I walk on water,
Into a sunset we call home
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
The tiny drops of water hanging loosely on my hair,
These eyelashes,
It feels heavy to look through a midnight moon
My lungs collapse in a winter's cold
My tears are frozen on the inside
The blood prints of my feet...
trailing my path,
My present fails as it fades
This heart beats on
As I walk on water,
Into a sunset we call home
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