You caught my gaze
from across the room
The way your phone
cuts your face
with a light
You're beautiful
Would I ever leave you?
No. I could not quiet
the gray ghosts
that would haunt me.
Would I ever leave you?
Oh, would I consign my
soul into a
deathless state?
I would not.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
You caught my gaze
from across the room
The way your phone
cuts your face
with a light
You're beautiful
Would I ever leave you?
No. I could not quiet
the gray ghosts
that would haunt me.
Would I ever leave you?
Oh, would I consign my
soul into a
deathless state?
I would not.
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