Wednesday, 3 February 2021

Emily Two

Clouds unfurl in the sky, death brings no easy due, even when we die, who cares what’s at stake, it always comes for you, forever burns in your grate, something deep inside, not just any ordinary dude, makes me want to cry these brilliant barriers I create, not to look a fool, no one cares if I’m great, however high we fly, love is not immune, but always worth a try, lying low to castigate, something lost inside you, whenever you walk away, on troubled nights, we’ve had a few, spare me the questions right, blow them up the flue.

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