Should I have left at 8’ ?
When those two words set my fence!
When my steps crossed the gate,
But could not let me vent…
A word away and you were near,
Beyond the alley, along the riverline.
Blinded by the pixels, I caught the fear,
You kept the call and yearned for mine.
The old strolled road and the street lights,
The place I knew, “Alas!” I cut the line.
Pulled two strings, I knew your temper.
For both were faint, but held by laughter…
In thoughts I left, with no smoke but chalice,
That my universe worked upon collision.
Back to black was where I'd be created,
But you saw beyond my painted illusion…
“Should I have left for 8?”,
With you along to rather be,
I'd blame the cold to deem it late,
When I could feel your breeze…
Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 11:42 PM UTC
Should I have left at 8’ ?
When those two words set my fence!
When my steps crossed the gate,
But could not let me vent…
A word away and you were near,
Beyond the alley, along the riverline.
Blinded by the pixels, I caught the fear,
You kept the call and yearned for mine.
The old strolled road and the street lights,
The place I knew, “Alas!” I cut the line.
Pulled two strings, I knew your temper.
For both were faint, but held by laughter…
In thoughts I left, with no smoke but chalice,
That my universe worked upon collision.
Back to black was where I'd be created,
But you saw beyond my painted illusion…
“Should I have left for 8?”,
With you along to rather be,
I'd blame the cold to deem it late,
When I could feel your breeze…
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