Dec 2018
I let you rest your face
upon mine,
when you feel as so.
Your river runs calm,
and free,
from its ocean.
Crossing my cheek
from yours;
quietly down.
Leaving its path
of eye-shadow
behind.
upon mine,
when you feel as so.
Your river runs calm,
and free,
from its ocean.
Crossing my cheek
from yours;
quietly down.
Leaving its path
of eye-shadow
behind.
An emotional poem.
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
(31/M/Massachusetts)
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