I am crying
For what is long gone.
Dying
For a moon that has shone.
Her warm embrace
I cannot chase.
Though a trace
Of her smile lingers on.
Houdini love,
Rides the rooftops
And is gone.
I am craving
For what doesn't exist.
Waving to her
Through grey mist.
Keep dreams and promises
I just want to be kissed!
As her symphony plays on.
Music burns and crackles.
Romance breaks its shackles.
Houdini love,
Rides the rooftops
And is gone.
Focus on your ability You gotta focus on your ability (Houdini - Foster The People)
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So much yearning for someone to watch over us, Houdini love an apt name for what love is, a puff of smoke which disappears in sunders. A lovely write.