#53w
Etch on my heart.
You would carve roses
Into stone.
Unwritten the longings,
My heart
Fighting against the invisible enemy.
Immortalize my wish,
Every thought explain,
Fleeting away: let go.
Reputation of falling,
Dropping from cliffs,
Serendipity and zemblanity combined.
Overhead, overseas,
Over sometimes on empty,
Unable to find besides.
Alone...
Perhaps not.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC