My eyes love to wander
'Round a room full of people,
As if trailing roads on a winter
With gray clouds against purple.
Winding through strangers' faces,
Their windows glowing warm,
But not whom my heart chases,
So I keep going on.
With no direction, I am lost,
Coldness slicing on my skin.
My destination, my last cause,
Is to find you, haven pristine.
So I leap from face unto face
Until my eyes reached a corner.
Slowed my track's fervor haste,
Finally I found you, my lover.
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Mosaic Heart
Poésie"Unbroken but crystallized Into a million pieces - Behold! My heart." These are the pieces assembling my mosaic heart - some in the shape of sharp betrayal and jagged hopelessness; some in the shade of crimson lies and deep blue loneliness. They're...
