Lurking in the dark
Come forth and follow
My path.
Have you seen what I've witnessed
Have you done what I have done
Do you know the smell of roses,
Or the taste of slurring mud.
Would you hold out your hand,
To touch mine this end
And bring me to the world you created so?
I would dearly like to see,
The world of difference between you and me.
And fall in love all over again, if you would let me so.
1 comment:
You write really well, and this may be some of your best writing yet. Very emotive.
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