Colors blind me with you.
A smile pushes back your cheeks
Your freckles molding suit
A smile hidden for weeks
I poke and **** to relieve its absence
Grins become elusive within schemes
Schemes that hide from me
Like your smile, they fail at the seams
You’re there, I know.
Hands grasp at nothing.
Like the autumn leaves promise,
I believe life means something
The place you meet me stings.
So, I await spring.
Hoping you shall smile again,
Because we’re all attached to an invisible string.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC
Colors blind me with you.
A smile pushes back your cheeks
Your freckles molding suit
A smile hidden for weeks
I poke and **** to relieve its absence
Grins become elusive within schemes
Schemes that hide from me
Like your smile, they fail at the seams
You’re there, I know.
Hands grasp at nothing.
Like the autumn leaves promise,
I believe life means something
The place you meet me stings.
So, I await spring.
Hoping you shall smile again,
Because we’re all attached to an invisible string.
