A light in the dark.
That sudden, instant spark.
I am drawn to you like a gnat to a flame.
You have wounded me and now I am lame.
My heart is filled with emptiness.
My brain will always perist.
Bring me warmth like clove.
Fill my heart with love.
Till we all die peacefully alone.
I'll always be as far as the phone.
I guess we're a fling, my pride was too tall.
You never even ring, I meant nothing at all.
Now I'm somewhere else, we will meet another life.
If it truly helps, "I feel no more strife".
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The Forest We Call Home
Short StoryThe Forest we call home. The Home where we are alone. The Forest our spirits are welcome. Welcomed with boisterous subtle tone.