Nothing forms amidst eyes that are mine,
close but none spilling upon cheek-line,
yet,
pull back as inch closes time,
a felt deficiency coos as chilled wine,
reasoning for lack of heart wrenching chime;
thousand tears in youthful days,
separates emotional response to now ways,
oh...
how crazed fear drags out rough foreplay -
Has this heart been slurped dry
& truly lost as castaway?
I call towards one everyday,
atop many & all towering brae's.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoesíaMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
