Been there.
Done that.
Quotation of musing,
Deflected upon you.
Into the dark woods,
Pitch black perfect.
I lay there,
And count you
Burn brightly
Leaving behind the trail
of ashes.
As slipped out of hands.
To walk away is easy.
To look back is to regret.
Reading into the
quotation of musings.
I lay there
And count me,
Rising from ashes.
A/N: Hope you like it! :)(:
