There are times when I look into your eyes
my breathe comes to halt almost making me
believe that I would never resume breathing
.
.
.
.
Your eyes look at me like a gateway to an
unknown land, unheard of, like a map
unread stirring in me a desire to unlearn all
other routes
.
.
.
.
How I wish to stay arrested in your gaze
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 3:08 AM UTC
There are times when I look into your eyes
my breathe comes to halt almost making me
believe that I would never resume breathing
.
.
.
.
Your eyes look at me like a gateway to an
unknown land, unheard of, like a map
unread stirring in me a desire to unlearn all
other routes
.
.
.
.
How I wish to stay arrested in your gaze