it is what it is,
i say
but it may change,
you reply and -
your eyes glisten like
the sun above a dark
ocean,
a tiny boat rocking toward distant horizons.
this is the day when
the cage is torn open and
all the pet birds are thrown outside;
yes,
we won't ever be able to
meet eyes the same way when tomorow comes.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
it is what it is,
i say
but it may change,
you reply and -
your eyes glisten like
the sun above a dark
ocean,
a tiny boat rocking toward distant horizons.
this is the day when
the cage is torn open and
all the pet birds are thrown outside;
yes,
we won't ever be able to
meet eyes the same way when tomorow comes.
