Nirvana Asylum

That door I drew gave hopes of you and left that cut wide open

You walked away and I begged to stay and the truth was quite a token

She lit a fire in you and I burned like cold and ash, as the wind made me believe that my soul was hungry and black.

Take it as you may, my reflection was always there

Waiting for a reason, an internal flame to flare

 

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July 10, 2018

Third line is especially nice…