soul seeker

Fri, 05/25/2018 - 14:48 -- deonzha

leaving me in my drench of darkness I can not miss the touch of your hands

burn the rim of my heart pushing me away but worse breaking me apart 

slowly falling to the ground since my legs been bound losing all hope crying out loud

when the dust settles your soul has been found but mines was lost in freeing of you

what once was a bliss turned into ignorance.


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