Friday, July 1, 2011

a comeback.

Here I stand.
Cold, alone & dark.


Counting a million stars,
'baby, where are you?'


Here I stood.
Where you last left me.
Going insane asking
'Where are you?'


As time passes,
you were out of my mind.
For good.


And then you return for me.
'Who are you?' as I said.

foxgloves:

where the wild roses grow II. (by czayna)





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