Tired eyes in an unending darkness
Ghostly memories hunted me down
I still miss you, I must confess
Slowly as I close these tired eyes
Dreaming endless flashbacks of us
Holding into it, with truths and lies
YOU ARE READING
Lighted Horizon
Non-FictionHow can someone be so beautiful that they are out of reach? They are there, but you can't be with them. How can something be so glowing that it can fool us into illusion? Lighted horizon, the most beautiful illusion
