even if you turn your head away
i would not hesitate
to catch your eyes
even if you do not care
Jul 1, 2023
Jul 1, 2023 at 12:07 PM UTC
As pure as her complexion—
a tinge of ivory and heaven.
Her flaming wick and fire ardent,
how have they gone nowhere?
Radiating warmth in the darkest,
now an extinguished candle.
She begs to be rekindled,
afraid to die before her death.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
tell me, dear mirror.
how true is this reflection?
i don’t even know.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
You like the chase, oh pretty little thing.
How precious are those freckled fiery wings?
Whimsical as you are—going forth but not beyond,
Teasing to fly backwards yet refuses to be touched.
Hence i intend a pun: you’re always the catch.
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC