Listen to I will,
The long and winding road.
That which stretches on
Endlessly
And promises no destination.
Listen to I will,
Golden slumbers and
Star-studded dreams.
That which stretch on
Endlessly
And promise no reality.
Listen to I will,
Yesterday and
All the memories it holds.
That which stretch on
Endlessly
And promise no recurrence.
Listen to I will,
The blackbirds and ravens
Which scream obscenities at me
That which stretch on
Endlessly
And promise no value at all.
Listen to I will,
Your honey-suckle voice.
Symphonies of sugar-sweet words
That which stretch on
Endlessly
And promise no honesty.
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Emma Grace
Just a girl trying to make her passion a career. Check out my writing to help sponsor my coffee habit and travel addiction :)
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