I've been searching,
for you.
Like a penny falling in pitch black darkness down wishing wells.
Like a pair of bemused eyes lost gazing on a star studded sky.
I've been looking,
maybe one day I'd get a glimpse of your warm eyes;
of how they make me feel eternal.
I look for you in every moment;
each time the rain come down on me until the sun shows up after the pour,
when the afternoon feels bleak and the roads remind me of our time together,
and hell,
even on my way to school,
I look for your traces.
And I wonder to myself,
how too late is too late?
YOU ARE READING
Skyless constellations
Poesiaa compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare
