As the markings on your arm,
Appear to me as light,
In the darkness of my eyes,
Tracing the path of the caravan.
“What do you fear?”
She asked,
Of me, and now.
To whom am I speaking?
For the rest of the time,
In my head, in my mind,
It is you, who
I am speaking to.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
As the markings on your arm,
Appear to me as light,
In the darkness of my eyes,
Tracing the path of the caravan.
“What do you fear?”
She asked,
Of me, and now.
To whom am I speaking?
For the rest of the time,
In my head, in my mind,
It is you, who
I am speaking to.
