if i could find the same kind of eyes that looked on her
i would never have to find again
the way she spoke with life
a crimson ring on her hand
the way he watched with adoration
an obsidian pendant round his neck
intertwined arms on the black bar
flushed faces from the heat of the carriage
stealing glances of the other just a breath away-
“This station is …”
ah, it’s time to get off.
Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC