#day21
Find me before I am forever lost;
This madness tastes too sweet.
Give direction to these stumbling feet;
They cross lines that can’t be uncrossed.
I gave you up before I knew the cost.
How easily I admitted defeat!
Find me before I am forever lost;
This madness tastes too sweet.
Save my heart before it hardens to frost;
I need your warmth, your burning heat.
Will you please cling to me when we meet?
Find me while my heart is still soft.
Find me before I am forever lost.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
echoes
land moving
somewhere
tied to
morning mist.
morning,
she's
string
that
nothing
is two
bottles
of linen
But, whiskey-----
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC