Each day I spend knowing a new phase of yours, almost like yesterday didn't exist.
Each day I spend wondering if who you show is what you are and each moment I look into your eyes I realize they are the same."The eyes show more than the soul wants to."
YOU ARE READING
eternally ephemeral [ poetry & prose ]
Poésie[ 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...