i had fought to pry my eyes away from yours; i could have sunk in those ocean blues until i hit deep sea bottom.
my fingers itched to trace the blueprints of your face; i did not think they could be so nimble.
your lines and planes were just begging to be graphed; i doubted i could encompass your beauty.
the swirling ink on your arm yearned to be stenciled once again; i wished i could have entrapped your essence in my ink.
alas, we remained empty canvases to each other.
although, mine held the lightest tinge of blue as you walked out of the room.
YOU ARE READING
the late night musings of a broken-hearted girl
Poetrya short collection of poems from a young girl in times of heartbreak and unrequited love lower case intended. All Rights Reserved ®️ 2018 note: the poems are all unrelated and don't pertain to any particular plot!
