• hallucination 34w

    Lost December

    If you don't want to find me
    Then I'm better lost
    In the picturesques of Arcadia
    And poems of Frost

    But when you'll see
    Two diverging roads
    You'll come to find us
    And see how the warmth erodes

    Now, what remains are memories
    That I can live and die for
    Offend or defend you
    In my own metaphorical war....