Friday, August 2, 2019

Crumbs

Don't follow the trail of breadcrumbs
Little pieces of affection
Those are what fell
Brushed off and left behind
To lead on
Not toward

The path to love isn't
Littered with scraps

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Parched

 My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop

  • Unraveling
    wound up I try to gather   my loose strings frayed messy ends but you find a thread pull me  and here I am  unraveling in front of you  
  • nocturnal
    I fear that I’m a flower Who can only bloom In solitary darkness
  • Parched
     My love your love Acid Rain Pouring down on me I raised my face Drink it in Burning My eyes my throat So parched Thirsty for any Drop