Wants / Wanted

She wants to hold on to the nights
And ride the days;
She wants to taste the harbor lights
And feel their rays

That spread out through the evening fog
And frame the shore,
That keep the weary from the bog,
And maybe more.

She wanted to hold on to you,
To see the dawn —
But lies were all you knew, and so
She’s moving on

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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