your name will forever linger on my mouth,
immeshing the dust within the fragile pages of a literary classic.
“my eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.”
you saunter freely with romantic words i cannot grasp and call as ours.
my love for you seeps out of the vintage texts—
unfinished; refusing to fill out the blanks and questions.
in vain —
that’s what all it was.
no more, no less.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
your name will forever linger on my mouth,
immeshing the dust within the fragile pages of a literary classic.
“my eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.”
you saunter freely with romantic words i cannot grasp and call as ours.
my love for you seeps out of the vintage texts—
unfinished; refusing to fill out the blanks and questions.
in vain —
that’s what all it was.
no more, no less.
the act of being FOOLISH.
