you glowed in the dark;
the only light coming from the windows,
it felt like a park
suddenly clear from the fog and shadows.
like the kettle smoke,
dark clouds were dying out and appearing.
as the roses' poke
this fragile heart desperately calling,
you find yourself reach
for what's likely existing yet ideal
the moment a breach
of abrupt motion snaps you back to feel.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
you glowed in the dark;
the only light coming from the windows,
it felt like a park
suddenly clear from the fog and shadows.
like the kettle smoke,
dark clouds were dying out and appearing.
as the roses' poke
this fragile heart desperately calling,
you find yourself reach
for what's likely existing yet ideal
the moment a breach
of abrupt motion snaps you back to feel.
// unclear thoughts; to "rc"
