Golden hues cause my synapses to tingle,
memories burst and make me wriggle.
Am I alone in this electric feeling,
lost in a misguided myopic way of seeing?
Memories grow week as the days grow shorter,
no longer do the instill and nervous ferver.
My feelings can no longer bridge this gap,
my love is is dying out, drained of its sap.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Golden hues cause my synapses to tingle,
memories burst and make me wriggle.
Am I alone in this electric feeling,
lost in a misguided myopic way of seeing?
Memories grow week as the days grow shorter,
no longer do the instill and nervous ferver.
My feelings can no longer bridge this gap,
my love is is dying out, drained of its sap.
