MadnessA Poem by songstressLeave me not, a song, a word a sigh, but a sweet memory-a summation-of dreams past.
I like to watch the girl
pouring herself, ever so quietly over the edge... Below, pale feet, lie nothing but black and liquid And still she yearns for the chasm's embrace Leave me not, a song, a word a sigh,
but at least one soft lock of gold, before the night ceases. © 2017 songstressReviews
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