Hit and miss never
5 December 2015
Lilies on my hand
Burgeoning with the green leaves
Waters in my Heart
The soul burning white
Through unmistakable blues
I miss the night skies
The road paved in ink
Inglorious dark pathways
To somewhere amiss
Where soul would wander
Bathed in the forgetfulness
That I miss the most
Clarity struck hard
Gone was the blissful soft sleep
Missing is dreamtime
Clock me to midnight
Point my needles up and straight
Hit and miss never
Evanescence – Bring me to Life
This page is part of SoCS of Saturday December 5, 2015
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