When is it over?
When your name isn’t synonymous with “beautiful”,
wanting to say “…the rise and fall of my heart when I hear , see, taste, touch, smell"
encompassing the "you",
what you do too.
Sprained look, your eyes...
Bound & sliced by silence.
and this will...fade.
The salted end,
It’s presence
hovers. Burning..
wills itself bittersweet.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
When is it over?
When your name isn’t synonymous with “beautiful”,
wanting to say “…the rise and fall of my heart when I hear , see, taste, touch, smell"
encompassing the "you",
what you do too.
Sprained look, your eyes...
Bound & sliced by silence.
and this will...fade.
The salted end,
It’s presence
hovers. Burning..
wills itself bittersweet.
