tears dried, before you
could leave behind
our rendezvous;
but the touch stay(s),
how could it
ever fray
when you kissed me
quite insane, cut
me free
from the shackles of
this suffocating world?
had enough
of this city growl:
off i go,
my soul
and me; help me
search who i
can be;
I belong in quainter
end-of-worlds;
Darling, you're
and art in yourself,
an artistic brilliance;
please help?
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
tears dried, before you
could leave behind
our rendezvous;
but the touch stay(s),
how could it
ever fray
when you kissed me
quite insane, cut
me free
from the shackles of
this suffocating world?
had enough
of this city growl:
off i go,
my soul
and me; help me
search who i
can be;
I belong in quainter
end-of-worlds;
Darling, you're
and art in yourself,
an artistic brilliance;
please help?
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