34/F/Singapore Too much of an escapist. In poetry and old photographs. Unconditional love and compassion. Just passing through life. Soul searching. Intuitive. Smiling. 11 followers / 371 words
it’s after midnight an old flame flickers alive i try to blow it out but it clings to the dark again, i try again, it stays is there no end to this? the flame burns on while i burn away inside
As you lay next to your lover I can’t help but to wonder Am I in your dream, do I occur? Or are you unable to remember, Shoving our memories in the gutter?
After all these years Questioning myself, yet again Was it my love you’re after? Or was it lust you desire? In the end, we’re just not meant To be happily ever after