To see a simple face and capture it in all simplicity
is like a pattern of depth and emotion burning my flesh repetitively.
To gaze into eyes so hidden and wanting,
but of something other than it sees.
To retrace the words spoken on his lips,
where a smile curves at each end making me smile,
making me only wonder of what I am thinking.
To imagine touching while pale flesh I imagine so soft,
so innocent,
so longing,
so...him.
I think of you slumbering,
quiet for once,
shy how I see you,
fading into the darkness engulfed in patches underneath your steps,
breathing once more within me a connection of exquisite pain,
the exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable
so breathtaking,
so innocent,
so longing,
so...you.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 10:54 AM UTC
To see a simple face and capture it in all simplicity
is like a pattern of depth and emotion burning my flesh repetitively.
To gaze into eyes so hidden and wanting,
but of something other than it sees.
To retrace the words spoken on his lips,
where a smile curves at each end making me smile,
making me only wonder of what I am thinking.
To imagine touching while pale flesh I imagine so soft,
so innocent,
so longing,
so...him.
I think of you slumbering,
quiet for once,
shy how I see you,
fading into the darkness engulfed in patches underneath your steps,
breathing once more within me a connection of exquisite pain,
the exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable
so breathtaking,
so innocent,
so longing,
so...you.
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