
I will your eyes to light up for me one more time,
but they only grow dimmer.
Hope, is but a glimmer.
I will you to love me again, but you have already let go of my hand.
You are leaving, and I am stuck, quicksand.
–S.

I will your eyes to light up for me one more time,
but they only grow dimmer.
Hope, is but a glimmer.
I will you to love me again, but you have already let go of my hand.
You are leaving, and I am stuck, quicksand.
–S.