Haunted Hazel Soul
I don't know
what to do, so I
Stare
into your
Haunted Hazel
Eyes
saying things
no Voice can
convey, Soul
to Soul.
I cannot
Speak, so I
Gaze
into the very
Depths
your Mind can
Create
within your
Stories,
Thoughts,
Heart.
I Forget when
to Breathe- in
time with
your Pulse, or
Instinct
as we
Realize our
Dreams.
~~~~~
5/1/14
Sorry for disappearing, I haven't been writing a lot; a bunch has happeed to me recently. Will upload another poem either later today or tomorrow.
