Friday, October 9, 2020

Tyler Burkhart • I was never here • 2020


To be your brightest precious one 
is all I could have hoped to have done 
I catch the morning, catch the mist 
What have I lost? What did I miss? 

Still you stay in the deepest part 
know I’m close but I feel so far 

And he came across the waves at night 
his clothes they shone I hid my eyes 
He gave his hand but damn my pride 
I sank instead my selfish tide 

Now I see through the thin veneer 
only you I was never here

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