Introspecting on what has been unanswered
Whether you want me or not
The warmth of your touch lingers on my skin
Your voice, it resonates within this feeble heart
A transient bliss
That for each attempt of pursuit
It eludes like a butterfly, evanescing
Into oblivion
But will arbitrarily rest on one's fingertips
At the most undesirable moments
When all I needed was to be with you
YOU ARE READING
XVI. Alabaster
PoetryThe first poetry collection indited and compiled by the author when he was 16. It encompasses experimental and intricate works, including a bonus short story that serves as a sequel to Tiffany.
