Under the crescent glass
Your presence lingers.
In its soft glow
You're sauntering with suave I've never before witnessed
You stopped and stared,
As though something is in your head.
I wonder.
Of all the miseries I've come in contact with,
I wonder.
Will this be the end?
Will this churning guts but surprisingly calm pulse, be a sign that i finally found my reason to walk this earth.
You're still.
Stood and stared.
With slightly opened mouth
As though you would say something.
Under the crescent glass, in the heart of this city, we stood and stare, still, with mysteries in our chest.
YOU ARE READING
Victor Of My Heart
PoetryPieces i compiled about a man i love. I am embracing my infatuation toward this person through words. Through something i only know how to do. It's an 18 months project of mine. I'll try my best to upload every week/when i am inspired
