To my pretty face…

I have fallen, so much that I no longer desire to rise.

I have given, so much that I no longer desire to take.

I have built a vault, buried deep within me so memories of you cannot be lost.

Lost in the sea I was, buried on the shores of emptiness.

And then you came reaching out, a bright light, giving life to all that was dead.

From afar I’ve heard your cries, from beyond shores and borders, I’ve heard you call out my name.

But when I come running, the echoes go silent. When I come calling, like a gecko all is silent.

The coincidence of Fate we are forced to face. So the patience of Faith we must also embrace.

I will conquer Fate and race through space, to hold you once again my pretty face.


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