will i find prettier eyes?
yours, infinite sunbeams and honey pressed in almond shaped cutters, staring at mine as though you saw your world in them.
oh where did the time fly.
will i find another?
you, who made me feel everything all the while as we do nothing in those temporary beds we laid, my dearest, dearest lover.
will i find more heartbreaks?
that sunday morning pizza, feet in the sands and calm before that last storm, the never ending ache.
or will i find a love who didn't push away but pulled me, even if a little bit, just a little bit, closer?
- let it be you.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts Vol.1
OverigAn assortment of creative literature I've found myself writing in my confined space of 4 walls and a desk, all tucked away in this little nook. From poems to dramatics to entire chapters as though they were ripped out of a novel. Here are excerpts...
