unknowingly my eyes search
my head leans into the silence
searching for a stirring in the black
my hand itches to reach out
into the night that is not yet set
i have not known time till now
not felt the weight of this uncertainty
(knowing you are unaware of my presence)
i have not known what it means to wait
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The remnants of beautiful things... just another piece of history.
About Me
- White Misschief
- Unpredictable as ever!! But be nice and you'l get the best of me....
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