As the night draws in,
Thoughts about you pulls me in.
I imagine your soft, pink lips,
Kissing my soul as I kiss yours.Your eyes whisper all the emotions,
And my mouth strives to say the words.
But instead I close my eyes,
Pushing you out of my tears.
My heart being afraid of all that it fears.And as the night drifts to the morning,
My soul aches and aches; the pain repeating.
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eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poetry[ Previously titled Soothing Thoughts of the Clamorous Mind. ] Here are the- Words dripping out of my mouth like ink Vanishing into the blues on the brink Of whispered promises That make our hearts scratch with callouses. Or in short and simple way...