Another meaningless title
Another stab in the dark
Grabbing for whispers of love
Smoke in the dark
Slipping through my fingers
Easy to see
Intangible
Hard to capture in Word
The usual description won't fit
Comfortable madness
I'm bareft at the thought of thoughts with out it
stranger to say I'm happy with even the least of
The best of it
Could I even hope to capture
Just one look
One millisecond of recognition
In the eyes I'm too afraid to look in
I swear I know you so well
If only vacant eyes could see the power
Of what could be, yet couldn't fathom
The despair if what was made, was not...
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
Another meaningless title
Another stab in the dark
Grabbing for whispers of love
Smoke in the dark
Slipping through my fingers
Easy to see
Intangible
Hard to capture in Word
The usual description won't fit
Comfortable madness
I'm bareft at the thought of thoughts with out it
stranger to say I'm happy with even the least of
The best of it
Could I even hope to capture
Just one look
One millisecond of recognition
In the eyes I'm too afraid to look in
I swear I know you so well
If only vacant eyes could see the power
Of what could be, yet couldn't fathom
The despair if what was made, was not...
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