I never know where I am
in relation to you.
i wade through the grass mud on my shoes
You're here, and then
your eyes close off to me.
the light flits through the trees
It happens more and more often,
and yet I can't slip away.
i follow the light through thicket and clay
I think about us
so much, I can't sleep.
the light gets away and the mud is deep
You're gone when I blink.
i sink
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
I never know where I am
in relation to you.
i wade through the grass mud on my shoes
You're here, and then
your eyes close off to me.
the light flits through the trees
It happens more and more often,
and yet I can't slip away.
i follow the light through thicket and clay
I think about us
so much, I can't sleep.
the light gets away and the mud is deep
You're gone when I blink.
i sink
all good things must come to an end
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