It's all gone to ****
The morning brings my thoughts to this.
Wildly imagining other sides of the dark,
spiraling into a cold and broken heart.
I never meant to be here again
searching.
I have no destination,
just anywhere but here
in this abandoned station
where dreams have fled
and I am the definition of lost patience.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
It's all gone to ****
The morning brings my thoughts to this.
Wildly imagining other sides of the dark,
spiraling into a cold and broken heart.
I never meant to be here again
searching.
I have no destination,
just anywhere but here
in this abandoned station
where dreams have fled
and I am the definition of lost patience.
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