Endearing
In the dark fearing
Hands of the clock stop
So minute, fragile and falling
Like the length of a hair stretched to its end
Broken and holding onto the faintest scent
So quiet like a ghostly whisper calling
Asking how was our time before then
Taken with the wind where it went
The way you sit in the moonlight
And glow brighter than the stars at night
Gone now with the days like my dreams
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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