Tuesday, August 13, 2013 Comments Off

And one day
This lone path will be filled
With your laughters,
your twinkling eyes,
your dazzling sleepy eyes,
your arms around my waist,
your ever-present warmth,
and the stories of us-- of you and me.

So I will no longer be alone
on the path that overly feels like
the emptiness,
the darkness,
and the coldness
of my bleak, disfigured, melancholic

[jessica tremp: tapad og fundid]

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