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i am bending time,

twisting fate and reason,

holding out for something

to believe in

but this winter solitude

only knows you —

all cold logic and bitter truth

that leaves me shivering,

far from the arms of apricity

i trade broken pieces of farewells

for a chance at new beginnings

i run faster than my heart can beat,

but time always catches me

and it never matters

the road i walk,

the cities where i escape

i can wander with a weary heart

i can pretend in a new place

but still,

i come home

(i guess i’m not ready

to say goodbye to your ghost)

-ashley jane