Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2016
They found a quaint vacation spot.
They felt so much like something but of only a microscopic vision; through their idealist imagination it was so much of a grandeur encounter.

Feel too much but your presence still disappear. Troubled naked eyes; stop acting so curious. Stop being mysterious. The bloodshed love, your psychological fears. A close heuristic encounter.

Those loverlike they ran away.
lilpoiein
Written by
lilpoiein  Dystopia
(Dystopia)   
395
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems