it’s late, almost early
overspun, my mind and stomach
knotted
lines you have crossed
now erased by time
leaving this pawn with no move
please come home
my heart is open all night
losing this love is not a choice
Waiting Up
it’s late, almost early
overspun, my mind and stomach
knotted
lines you have crossed
now erased by time
leaving this pawn with no move
please come home
my heart is open all night
losing this love is not a choice
looking in your window 
Beautifully penned; filed with poignant imagery. Loved the painting too. I have reblogged.
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Pleasure.
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