The Patchwork Heart
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Rushing down this endless night,And spinning in the midnight blue,Clutching at the empty air,Are transcendental thoughts of you. Spirits ablaze, unhappy pairBoth face the twilight gloaming,So doomed to wander in this dream,Both doomed to lonesome roaming. By the…