The night’s a complete washout/
The eyes can’t hold the ocean/Flooding the parched soil/And does its own thing/with the mascara, the eyeliner
Where love dwells eternal in the cradle resting deep/Softly rocking to the pull of hands that once held…
He was a caged parakeet knowing the confines of the walled-in existence only could be helpful for her.
It was hard with all the long sleepless nights/flowing over the rocks, the boulders, hard, unmoving/The friction hurting when they wouldn’t…
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