Last Sights
Lost with my last sights it seems little else could go wrong,
Left without any legal rights it seems to be a dance and song,
Caught outside the window of evenings long remembered,
Only for the memories that will be willingly rendered,
You are only a hero to me,
And for ever that will be,
Listening to my own hearts own empty desires,
Moving only here making it now on dampened fires.
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2014
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