proud temple
I want you. I want you back, my friend.
For I am restless; my nights are restless.
I look outside, day may just now come.
But it's only longing, and I am restless.
My lord knows of my lonely art.
That's how hard I smile as a star.
Oh my friend, I still needed you.
Why did you leave me so early on?
At first, I had just wanted you back.
That even bones would have kept me strapped
That my life with me would again be franked
At first, I just needed my pieces back.
My friend, the eyes are wet.
The heart is fed and on dread.
You know the longing of one's you left behind?
How the people are , you left behind?
Your grave, it still haunts me.
You lie dead; still, it haunts me.
I still cannot forget you, look.
Your memories still haunt me.
The crying of the family is here.
The moments of you still live here.
Your things, Your family are here.
The missing is you, you're not here.
surreal wigeon
proven lichen
cedar pulsar
trim badger
young thorn
tired blaze