Have been counting days
With the sorrow look
On the face
Are you reading me
Quietly?
I could be wrong
Or maybe it’s the melancholy
In your eyes
Come with me and
Break the silence.
There’s a darkened gallery
We can realize emptiness
About midnight, the dark clouds
Pranks all the downtown.
Do you have wine?
My belly is full of
Coffee like your
Dark brown eyes.
I seek an inevitable
future, Neath your hair.
© Wanderer 2015
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
Have been counting days
With the sorrow look
On the face
Are you reading me
Quietly?
I could be wrong
Or maybe it’s the melancholy
In your eyes
Come with me and
Break the silence.
There’s a darkened gallery
We can realize emptiness
About midnight, the dark clouds
Pranks all the downtown.
Do you have wine?
My belly is full of
Coffee like your
Dark brown eyes.
I seek an inevitable
future, Neath your hair.
© Wanderer 2015