Those times when
You live between the pages
But you can't seem
To breathe the black ink in
For you are far too long
Without knowing what it feels like
To have all that life
Within yourself
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H I M
Poetry"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
h o l l o w
Those times when
You live between the pages
But you can't seem
To breathe the black ink in
For you are far too long
Without knowing what it feels like
To have all that life
Within yourself
