And every night she would change herself, Stay up late and grow deeper in love. She wanted to love it all, Everything and everyone. And how ironic was it, she wanted to save the world, The same world who couldn't even remember her name Rmdrake
They said she could fly, so she climbed to the highest mountain, The ground opened up as she spread her wings, how could we not have known she was an angel of the night.
She would run wild. free as the wolfs that fed her.
There is something beautiful about the past, and about the way it haunts us, The way we pass through doors. The way we shut some out and the way we welcome some to stay. Our memories are ghosts. and they will always remind us of all the things we no longer have RMdrake
As autumn begins to fall. Copyrights to Beverly Icely and Aga