The Sweet Scent of a Rose

July 11, 2018

Words falling off the page

Undone beds and ticking clocks

When will it stop?

Blurry faces passing by

Inkless pens and endless stories

Which one is mine?

Always chasing after the moon

Hollow eyes and faded smiles

What have I become?

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