Love leaves sometimes

victims strewn about

when you forget to love

who you are it without.

It can be a routine my

essence goes through.

I want a supernatural

different point of view.

Stop chasing specters,

love that needs passed,

which I need to release

as if dry sand in a grasp.

Forward I go to leave it,

some dreams do belong,

long gone far away they

specters belong in song.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. PurpleStar says:

    This is really good. Nicely done 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much! 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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