Dark Desire
She walks with grace with head held highher golden locks shimmer in the cascading light
her eyes reflect the sun in all it's grandeur
will she walk with me?
I do not know
but i long to be by her side
will she talk
knowing her voice is all that keeps me alive
I do not hear a sound
and my heart withers in response
only to be reborn from the ashes of a torn soul
and I still want her.
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