Cliff point

It’s like the spot on the edge of a cliff Fingers and the heart are sort of numb and blazing hot The only difference is, that we never fall Like a horizon that’s never touched by the sinking sun No warm jacket on a cold night Thriving sea of emptiness Yet this feeling of neverContinue reading “Cliff point”

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Spell

Maybe we’ll always be in this place, where you’ll be the beast and I’ll be… Forever under this spell Standing by the cliff and always wanting more Flying with the dry white dandelions that take me somewhere, higher and higher In a revolving world inside a glass enclosure Where I sleep amid flowers Dreaming asContinue reading “Spell”