Chasing Sunsets
If only we could chase the sunset one last time and be certain of who you are to me and who I am to you then I can let go as I know you have. And we can carry on with the night apart, as it had been cruelly written
The collection
2019
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Mortality
Her eyes Where I lived and died Many times over Her eyes That have given me A longing for life again Her eyes That moved me to believe In dreams after years Of drifting through Emptiness