Taking a leave of absence and laying down the crown, which weighs heavier than the burden of concentrated absolution.
I leave you to your studies of searching for answers and warding away the present to better suit your pessimistic view on the past is a bleeding willow with wallowing wayward winds with which we welcome.
Choose to walk away with no more than the day tucked under my arm without tact or charm so while you sit and question I’ve gone a different direction and when you choose to find me again I cannot promise my position is a place of change shifted through means of time and situational events.
Your sweet breath falls on my neck and you grasp my body with energy unfelt in years. Your bitter – sweet – sour – cheek is warm on my forever skipping monotone droning heart.
I leave you to your studies of searching for answers and warding away the present to better suit your pessimistic view on the past is a bleeding willow with wallowing wayward winds with which we welcome.
Choose to walk away with no more than the day tucked under my arm without tact or charm so while you sit and question I’ve gone a different direction and when you choose to find me again I cannot promise my position is a place of change shifted through means of time and situational events.
Your sweet breath falls on my neck and you grasp my body with energy unfelt in years. Your bitter – sweet – sour – cheek is warm on my forever skipping monotone droning heart.
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