Saturday, June 6, 2015

Longing.

Come to me in the darkest hour,
I'll be in the meadows, lying under the stars,
Come, lay down by my side,
as I watch you walk in beauty, like the night.
Stay with me, till I'm awake again,
for then my dreams will more than suffice,
with day comes the longing that I have to survive.

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