Gazing thru the window, behind your every move, shading off the darkness when it comes to bloom..
Catches us by surprise, never looks you in the eye, always one step behind...
mimics your every move, you will never see it in the dark except under the moon... forever will be there until we are no more...
Shadows they are living a story of there own.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 2:51 AM UTC
Gazing thru the window, behind your every move, shading off the darkness when it comes to bloom..
Catches us by surprise, never looks you in the eye, always one step behind...
mimics your every move, you will never see it in the dark except under the moon... forever will be there until we are no more...
Shadows they are living a story of there own.
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