Saturday, March 10, 2018

Do you

Do you still think of me
When the rain falls
When the stones, washed blue
Lift with the tide
Crest my heart blushing rose

I still whisper your name
Escape my breath
Gentle the stars they fade
And night beckons
As though you might hear me

You hold my heart asking
To give it back
I beg you no please don't
I am afraid
That i still think of you


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