Thinking of you
It makes me wonder
About the sky and eerie thunder
It makes me want to fade away
No space no place any time
No grace within this rhyme
Only thoughts and words
Fragments of ideas
Like distracted birds
Thoughts making my soul thin
Making my heart sin
Nothing left to lose or win
Your darkness looms
Makes my heart dip and swoon
Help me find the way back soon
It’s 5:18 a little past noon
-D
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