Running for so long, the sweet savour of rest was soon forgotten. Solace was to be found only in dreams. The constant thud of feet gradually replacing the rhythm of the heart. One that begged to be danced to, and each day arriving with another reminder that the hope that was once held is that which must be tirelessly pursued. Until the full attainment of the Master's pride.
Thursday, 11 August 2016
When you come
I will wait for you. I promise, with stars in my eyes and lips to never speak lies, I'll wait.
I'll stand atop Hills, mountains peaks and heights where the sun and moon always
kiss before they bid each other farewell.
I will wait as I always have, 'cause only when you come will I know if I ever meant something to you.
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