Lonely Sparrow
And as I evolve into that person you'd never of expected,
I sense a certain taste lingering desperately inside of me,
hoping to see the transformation of your eyes
as they slowly daunt the midnight figurines dancing casually down that
lonely road.
Should the train station ever leave, please grant me my wish.
If she should ever be free,
please send her these flowers.
Copyright © Kody Dibble | Year Posted 2014
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