#112-If…
20/11/2017
The peer is empty,
You left on the boat,
And I’m all alone.
I feel hollow inside,
The image of your eyes,
Echoing in my mind.
Pain and memories collude,
Drowning me in drink and solitude.
Wish I could grow wings,
Learn to fly,
And find you.
Only if I could…
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