Tuesday, 8 March 2016

I Stopped Miles Ago

Burn it downn
Let the smoke and everything,
You hold cimb out the windows.
Start with an empty heart,
I already cut the anchor loose.
Look where else you can be,
We'll have radios in hand,
We'll be in touch;
But I can't sail by your side.
Spring blooms elsewhere,
Be free !
Let me rise among the constellations,
The chase is over - I stopped miles ago !!

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