rimmed glasses, misty breath
across the hallways
i could see you there
like a gruesome truth
unraveling in front of you
your tears were falling
for reasons i wished i knew
and your smiles were fading
from the colours of your eyes
even though you tried hard
you didn't confide
in anyone, ever
but you needed to
for hearts like yours
do cry when they bloom
and flowers, they should
remind you of love
for a whimsical soul, knows best how to love.
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Faint Lines | On Hold
شِعرthe crinkles by your eyes always remind me of the faint contrails that the jets leave behind, in the morning sky. copyright © 2018 by anna.