The past becomes a murky mess
When time and distance sweeps through
The promise of passion
Lures more than love could
The echo of hand to flesh rings true
And what I thought I needed
Reduces down to simple things
You relearning the contours of me.
The past becomes a murky mess
When time and distance sweeps through
The promise of passion
Lures more than love could
The echo of hand to flesh rings true
And what I thought I needed
Reduces down to simple things
You relearning the contours of me.
Comments
Yes, you have been missed. Always a pleasure to find your words…
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I’ll try to be less absent but my creativity is low
I have missed you- hope you’re doing well
Of course I missed you, Cara.
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It’s nice being missed
Your words and vivid way with them is always missed and always a joy to come back to, nice one!