E.A Rumfield
01-04-2013, 10:16 PM
Drink the air and taste my breath.
Whisper secrets on the wind,
how lovely you were. A story I told myself;
a myth rather than a woman.
That is how I always wanted you.
Carved you in stone-
cold concrete. An undying idea.
Once you were here. Now,
even the dream is gone.
Whisper secrets on the wind,
how lovely you were. A story I told myself;
a myth rather than a woman.
That is how I always wanted you.
Carved you in stone-
cold concrete. An undying idea.
Once you were here. Now,
even the dream is gone.