Come out of the dust ..
Desire longs for freedom.
She waits for you, in wanderlust.
Sleepwalker, through many a moonlight.
Stalker, of the cry in the night.
What is it about love that holds you captive?
Such fear to cross a threshold?
Such fear to embark on something new?
What is it about love, that holds on to you?
Failure is an invite to live!
Greatest loner that ever was, with a heart so desolate
Come out into amaranthine
Lost love will always have its shine,
Gone travels through love, shall never forget
A journey's end remains in the belly of time.
An hunger, hunger for love
Will always be waiting with desire
In the sunlight in a vague destination
Where good-bye will finally weep itself to sleep
In the heart of love's, starvation.
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