Friday, August 8, 2014

Poetry: Golden Art

Can I go back?
Stop, rewind
Take me to twenty seven days
When everything was just fine
I need her
I breathe her
I feel her unkempt fire
She calls me her biggest liar
I have no desire
to let her out my heart
One day
She'll walk my way
and I'll call it Golden Art

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