There is only one warmth in her embrace,
and it carries no allure
Vagrant hearts
Longed for home to call.
Hearts dwelled deep
Lip-synched to the ceiling as it muttered to her: "Dance under my roof, let loose of the chaos",
welcomes weary souls into it's warmth.
Fold the memories to last,
this is our sanctuary.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
There is only one warmth in her embrace,
and it carries no allure
Vagrant hearts
Longed for home to call.
Hearts dwelled deep
Lip-synched to the ceiling as it muttered to her: "Dance under my roof, let loose of the chaos",
welcomes weary souls into it's warmth.
Fold the memories to last,
this is our sanctuary.
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