i'm wearing your gold on my finger, it shines
in the light of your sun as you linger in mine
sharing a space that is no space at all
and the sunset would reason 'too early for fall'
i kiss and i whisper to someone in dreams
I don't know them but they know me, it seems
fear of a wandering tongue that speaks
and breaks the vows we vow to keep
I disavow,
now weep.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
i'm wearing your gold on my finger, it shines
in the light of your sun as you linger in mine
sharing a space that is no space at all
and the sunset would reason 'too early for fall'
i kiss and i whisper to someone in dreams
I don't know them but they know me, it seems
fear of a wandering tongue that speaks
and breaks the vows we vow to keep
I disavow,
now weep.
i wonder and wander with only my dreams - i am still a sold woman
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