what is it -
days since we last met eyes
or at least, saw eye-to-eye,
nose to nose,
smiling sighing and falling into harmony
every time you squirm away
i fall back and think
rushing streams where moss meets
rocks and mud,
twinkling stars and fantastical charms
and other worlds and people and
jackets so deep i could turn myself into someone
new,
elegantly,
romantically
new.
but where are you?
1 comment:
I like this a lot. It's kind of my life.
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