Post #5715

#review#poetry#vj Deep within my darkness There's a sense of self estrangement An urge to get the demons out And say that I withdraw from you To free my desolate mind Don't run away from me like this Call in on leastways once a week Give me the same quixotical glance Like you used to give within me I'd love to see you by my side When I grow old and own a tide I'd love to see your furious twinkles Which made my heart turn gold I'm used to certain things in life I'm used to being with you You gave me my fervours my originality So even though I set you free Have a lust of being with me