"I was no Oasis, But surely I was a mirage. I was never here in the first place"

Friday, November 27, 2015

Clouded.


Let me suffocate on your embrace.
Let me feel your soft kisses on my tired eyes.
Let your Tender Voice reach my troubled mind.
Don't let me fade away.
I'm buried deep in the snow
Slowly melting, Fading away like smoke.
The wind slowly dissipates me.
Turning me into the clouds above
Watching over the town.
Nothing but a spirit
Trapped in his own mind.
Smoke filled air, Was I even here?

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